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wistfulwatcher · 1 year

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nothing's gonna harm you; misty/nat, 32k, explicit

Nat is waiting for Misty when she comes home, with news of another break-in. Misty makes sure to look shocked and confused when she says, “Oh, no!” and closes the front door behind her. “That’s awful.” Then, smiling wide, she holds up a bag of take-out. “Hungry? You can tell me what you found over dinner.”

or, Misty stages a series of burglaries to get Nat's attention, and it absolutely works. Eventually.

Read on AO3, or find the beginning of the fic below the cut.

Misty isn’t lying that first time.

Well, she maybe exaggerates the situation, sure. But she isn’t lying. Someone was in her house. She was sure of it.

Misty has always been observant, and her vigilance has only increased since they returned from the wilderness. She isn’t forgetful; someone was in her home, and someone was looking for something. And after, they had left a closet door open.

So Misty had done the most logical thing she could do, knowing the crime statistics she did: she put Caligula in a travel cage, she walked right back out of her house to her car, got in, and locked the doors.

And then she called Natalie.

“What?” Nat answers, a little too flat to be an actual question. Misty is used to the irritation in her voice. For a moment she considers reminding Nat of their new relationship—she had come to Misty to get rid of a body just a few days ago, and now they were closer than ever, remember?

But Natalie must be realizing the same thing, because her voice softens to that resigned, bone-tired tone instead. “Hi, Misty.”

Despite the situation, Misty smiles at the way Nat says her name. “Well, I just—” she remembers herself, and pushes her glasses back up. “I don’t want to alarm you, Nat, but someone just ransacked my house.”

“What?” Misty has her attention now. “Who? Why?” Nat doesn’t ask if Misty’s alright, but Misty forgives her—it’s a lot to take in.

“I don’t know. Maybe Adam was working with someone.” Caligula squawks, and Misty holds a finger to her lips until he settles down. “I’m in my car right now. I don’t know if they’re still here.”

“Shit.” Nat sighs hard into the phone, and Misty can almost pretend she feels her breath from the way the line crackles. “Stay in the car. I’m on my way.”

Nat hangs up before Misty can respond. Instead, she beams at Caligula and tells him, “We’ll be alright, sweet boy. Natalie is coming to protect us.”

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Not While I’m Around is playing for the tenth time when Nat parks behind Misty’s car. Nat’s new vehicle is a far cry from her Porsche: a plain-looking sedan that must be ten years old, and squeaks when she parks it. Misty watches Nat get out in the rear-view window, and imagines that it was probably the fastest thing she could get on her limited funds; Misty knows Nat well enough to have a hard time imagining her without the freedom to leave at any minute.

Nat gets out of the car, and Misty rolls down her window as she walks up. “See anything while you’ve been out here?” she asks, and gestures toward Misty’s house.

From the moonlight and the streetlamps, Misty can see Nat’s rifle on her shoulder, and a few bullets peeking out of the pocket of her denim shorts. Her hair is loose and limp in places but kinked in others, and Misty wonders if she’d been lying in bed when Misty called. Nat leans forward and grabs the window frame. Misty can smell a faint trace of whiskey on her breath, and her hair smells smokey from her cigarettes.

Misty swallows, in awe of the woman in front of her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get over the raw power Natalie exudes when she’s like this, or how confusing it feels—in moments like these Misty isn’t sure if she wants to be Nat, or be her best friend, or something...else. Something deeper. Something so powerful, it’s frightening.

“N—no, nothing,” she finally remembers herself, and answers Nat.

Sliding the rifle from her shoulder, Natalie checks the gun and loads it, the cracking noise echoing down Misty’s suburban street. “Good. Stay here.”

And she’s off, moving quickly up the stairs to Misty’s door, the heels of her boots clacking loudly up each step.

Misty only hesitates a moment before she whispers to Caligula, “Mommy will be right back,” and gets out of her car. She follows Natalie’s path, and steps across the threshold of her front door.

Suddenly Natalie is pointing the rifle at her face, and Misty’s eyes go wide. “Jesus Christ, Misty!” Nat snaps, lowering the gun and turning back to face the rest of the room. “I told you to wait outside.”

“I didn’t want you to do this alone,” Misty answers, and starts to follow Natalie through the house.

Nat doesn’t respond, just raises the rifle up as she makes her way through Misty’s home. She moves through the space quickly but thoroughly, opening doors and pointing her rifle inside each one. Misty whispers over her shoulder each time, identifying whether each is a room or a closet, and how likely it is someone could be hiding in there.

Natalie doesn’t acknowledge Misty’s words, but she rarely does. Instead, Nat completes the loop around Misty’s home until they wind up in front of the heavy basement door. This time Nat does look over her shoulder, and Misty reaches out to test the basement door. It hasn’t been locked since Jessica left, and it pops open when Misty turns the knob.

The lights are off, and Natalie squints as she peeks through the crack that has been opened. After a moment, her rifle flags a little and she gives Misty a suspicious look. “The fuck is down there?”

“A basement?” she whisper-snorts, because it’s pretty obvious. But Nat’s still looking at her, so she gives a little shrug and reaches across Natalie to the light switch just inside the door. She jerks her hand back as Natalie starts to move into the basement, rifle in front of her as she scans ahead.

There’s nothing down there, and the room is as neat and fresh as she’d left it a few days ago. All signs of Jessica have been destroyed, of course, and the space looks like a normal guest or panic room again.

“What’s all this for?” Nat asks at her normal volume, gun pointed down at the ground as she looks around. She walks over toward the bed, and for a moment Misty’s eyes widen, wondering if Nat will see the handcuffs tucked discretely between the mattress.

Misty’s heart beats faster as she wonders what Nat will think of her if she does; she’d assume that it’s something sexual, right? A thrill rushes up Misty’s spine as she considers what Natalie would think of that. Would she finally see Misty as fun? Would she finally see Misty as someone as flirtatious and sexual as herself? Someone worthy of thinking of like that?

But Nat’s eyes pass smoothly over the bed and back around the rest of the space. Misty feels relief and disappointment in turn, and shrugs innocently when Nat looks at her again.

“My basement guest-slash-panic room. You never know when a maniac will break into your house after all,” she gestures upstairs.

Nat snorts and puts the safety on the rifle before tossing it onto the bed. “What maniac?” She slides her free hands to her lower back and presses her hips out. Her eyes are dark, both from her usual kohl and the intensity with which she looks at Misty. “You said this place was ransacked, and I didn’t see a fucking thing out of place.”

Misty straightens, and pushes her glasses up. “I—I cleaned up a little before I thought to call you,” she scoffs to cover up the lie. Habit,” she shrugs one shoulder, and slides her hands into the pockets of her sweater.

Nat stares straight at Misty before she relaxes her shoulders and lets out a groan, and pulls her hair back away from her face. Misty has always been good at reading Nat—it’s part of why she’s Misty’s favorite, she never hides her irritation—but not in this moment. Nat seems frustrated, but not in the way she usually is with Misty, in the shallow way that Misty is happy to ignore until Nat nears her breaking point.

This time, Nat seems almost sad in her frustration. Disappointed, maybe?

“Fine,” she finally says, voice soft, and slings the rifle over her shoulder. “Show me what it looked like before I got here.”

Misty quirks her head to the side, reading Nat a moment, before she smiles at her and agrees, leading her back up the stairs. Once back up, Misty points out spots in her living room, kitchen, and hallway, where her books and drawers had been rummaged through and knocked over.

And the closet, which had actually been opened, though Misty makes sure not to make that distinction when she points it out.

“And what’s in here?” Nat asks, popping the door open all the way to reveal cleaning supplies and household tools that Misty rarely uses.

Misty shrugs, and looks up at Natalie with her widest eyes. “Nothing of value, surely. I have no idea what they would have been looking for in here, but I doubt they found it. All of my most valuable things are in a safe, and that was untouched.” Nat’s focus drifts from Misty’s face, so she rushes to add in her weakest voice, “That’s why I’m so scared. I have no idea what this could be about. I must have scared them off when I got home.”

As she hoped, Nat focuses back on Misty then, at the worry Misty makes sure is clear on her face. For a moment, Misty wonders if Nat might give her a hug and try to comfort her.

Instead, Nat stands up straighter, and clenches her jaw. “Well, then we need to be prepared for if they come back. If someone was working with Adam, then they probably know about...all of it,” she lowers her voice as she refers to the wilderness. She looks thoughtful, and leans up against the wall. “We might be able to get some answers about the blackmail.”

“Of course,” Misty wants to sigh, knowing by “blackmail” Nat means Travis’s murder, but instead she says it with sunshine and a smile. It would be nice if Natalie was primarily concerned about Misty’s well-being, but she can work with this, too. “We should set up a trap.” She feels a bolt of inspiration, and rushes to add, “And you could stay the night, so if they come back you can interrogate them right away.”

Nat gives her an incredulous look. “I’m not sleeping in your panic room.”

“Oh! My bed is plenty big, we can share. Like a good old-fashioned sleepover.”

Ignoring Misty as usual, Nat pushes off of the wall and walks over to the living room. She nudges the sofa with her knee. “This is fine.” She pulls the afghan Misty made last fall from the back of the couch, and sneers at the many throw pillows crowding the piece of furniture. “What kind of trap?”

Misty bounces a bit in excitement. “Let me grab Caligula, and then I can put a pot of coffee on and we can start brainstorming.” She lifts her shoulders and clasps her hands. “This’ll be fun!”

Read the rest!

#mistynat #mistynat fic #misty x nat #nat x misty #yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets #i did it!!!!#nothing like your muse ghosting you for 7 years and then breezing back in to make you write 30k in 5 days 🙃#new fandom and new pairing and i am rusty so please be gentle 🙏#mine #wordles #~~#(also real talk i am a little emotional about finally writing after so long - mistynat becoming a top tier otp for prompting this rebirth #and also because they're so *clenches fist* fucking meaty)#otp: you should be thanking me

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21ducky · 22 days

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LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO

#I DID IT!!!!#YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!

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abihastastybeans · 10 months

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@jilymicrofics - June 2023

Prompt no.30: Map (ao3)

“I don’t like this at all,” Lily whined.

“Why is it such a big deal?” James asked, amusedly, throwing an arm around Lily.

“It’s embarrassing!” She burped loudly again before hiding her face in her hands and groaning. “It’s our first date and I’ve been belching all afternoon. It’s not a good impression at all.”

Lily adjusted her cloak around her and looked at the pathway lit by James’ wand. They had sneaked out through the secret passageway to the Honeydukes’ cellar to the Three Broomsticks for a quiet Sunday lunch. The village was comparatively empty than on official Hogsmeade weekends and they had spent a considerable amount of time in one of Madam Rosmerta’s booths, eating delicious steak and big tankards of ginger ale – which had inevitably bloated Lily up. They were now on their way back to the castle and Lily was infuriated that James found her mortification funny.

“It’s hardly our first date, Lily,” James replied, coolly.

“Snogging in empty rooms doesn't count as ‘dates’, James.”

James shrugged, smirking down at her. “More than snogging…”

She elbowed him in his side, hiding her own smile. “Still,” she said, fighting her blush, “You usually hide things like burping and sneezing-”

“-but why?!”

“-when on a date with a guy. Now that I’ve done it in front of you, your perfect image of me is going to be tainted.”

“Because you have gas?” James asked incredulously. “That’s a load of tosh.”

“No, it’s not, you don’t understand.”

“Lily, I’ve seen you closer than you yourself have,” James stated plainly. “You burping loudly really doesn’t matter.”

“Oh God, stop being so crass!” Lily laughed.

“I’m just saying,” he shrugged, shooting her a grin before he turned a sharp corner and continued walking.

“I should’ve just had the soup instead of eating so much.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said, fishing his secret map out of his pocket. “You are not even sick to even have soup. Besides, you obviously loved the steak and chips.” After looking through the map carefully he smiled at her. “We’re clear,” he said. “Now, let’s go to the kitchen and get you some chamomile tea.”

#I DID IT!!!!#Another full month of jilymicros xD #jilymicrofics #jple #abi's fic

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mymitochondriaforpresident · 1 month

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1 more day until I’m free from this Hell.

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#young royals #March 18th…the date that you are💜#i’m about this🤏🏼 close from tearing out my own eyelashes #the way i plan on just rushing quick to the ending to see what happens 👀#then i’ll watch backwards #less than 24 hours!!!!!!#no spoilers!!!!#i did it!!!!

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gnarlystarships · 4 months

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Day 365

One whole year of drawings! Happy New Year!

#I was hoping to put a little more effort into my last picture of the year but oh well #I did it!!!!#adad #oc celios #ograt

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acebean · 4 months

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AYYYYYYYYYY

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sunshinereddie · 1 year

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trick or treat!

a sequel to my neibolt au fic, to build a home! happy halloween!

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“I don’t know about this, Eddie.”

“Oh come on, Stan, don’t be a party pooper.”

“I’m on Stan’s side for this one, guys. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Wh-wha…what are you t-t-talking about? We’ll bluh-bl-blend right in!”

“That’s easy for you to say, Billy- you’re not the one with real fire on your head! No one will believe that this is just a costume.”

“Well, maybe you could wear a hat-”

“Fabulous idea, Rich, then my hair and my hat will be on fire-”

Eddie let out a loud, frustrated breath that quickly silenced the conversation between his friends. “Would you all just stop for a minute?” He whipped around, turning away from the bathroom mirror he had been using to fix his shirt collar. Six ghosts stood behind him, all of them crammed into the small hallway outside the bathroom on the second floor of the abandoned house on Neibolt Street.

Most boys Eddie’s age spent their free time down at the park playing soccer, or in the arcade trying to get a new high score on Street Fighter, or in the new comic book store in town, reading all the copies of Spiderman and Superman they had.

Eddie Kaspbrak, on the other hand, spent most of his time in the old abandoned house of 29 Neibolt Street- a place where most boys his age only ever came near if they were dared to. And while Eddie had once been just as terrified of that house, that fear was now just a distant memory. It had been a year since Eddie had discovered the secrets of the house, and what was once dread brewing in his stomach when he would look up at the broken down and rotten exterior of the building when he had first moved to Derry, was now comfort and warm sense of belonging, as he played hide and seek in the maze of rooms and talked to his new friends for hours after school.

Richie Tozier floated into bathroom, passing straight through the wall and taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub beside Eddie. “Yeah, Eds, tell them they’re being scaredy-cats for nothing!”

“It’s not nothing, Richie,” Stanley Uris countered. His body stood leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, and in his hands he held his decaptitated head, which was glaring down at Richie with narrowed eyes (Eddie had learned that Stan preferred his head and his body to be separated- he said he liked to give his shoulders a break every once in a while). “I mean, what do we do if someone gets too close? How do we explain ourselves? What happens when Richie throws his bugs at people like he always does? What about if someone knocks into me and my head falls off? Holy shit- what if Beverly sets someone on fire?!”

“Hey, I’ve learned to control it!” Beverly said, the orange flames on her head shooting up. Mike and Ben, who were standing the closest to her, flinched back.

“Beverly won’t set anyone on fire, she hasn’t had an accident in almost three months,” Eddie reassured Stanley. “And we’ll be careful, to make sure no one runs into you, Stan. And I already made Richie promise that he won’t throw any of his bugs. Right, Rich?”

Richie held up a hand over his heart. “Swear on my life.”

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yeah, that means a lot coming from a dead guy.” At that, Richie picked a maggot from his cheek and launched it at Stanley.

Eddie sighed- he hadn’t been expecting the night to be so… challenging.

It was October 31st, 1990, and Eddie had spent the past week trying to convince his ghostly friends to come trick or treating with him. Richie, Bill, and Ben had been on board right away- even though they knew they wouldn’t be able to eat any of the candy they collected, none of them had been trick or treating since before they died, and they had spent the week buzzing about it. Beverly, Stanley, and Mike, on the other hand, hadn’t been as stoked- and Eddie could understand why. Even though it would be Halloween night and everyone else would also be dressed up as ghosts and zombies and monsters, some of the ghosts of Neibolt House worried that their “costumes” would stick out too much.

Eddie pulled off the plastic vampire fangs he was wearing to speak more clearly (the fangs were an amazing addition to his costume, but they did make it awfully difficult for Eddie to speak properly). “Look, guys, I get that it’s scary going out,” he said, in a gentle voice that very much contradicted the scary-vampire costume he was wearing. “But I promise, it’ll be fun! And we won’t even be out for very long- I have to be home by nine, anyways. So, whaddaya say?” At his friends’ silence, Eddie added on one more thing, “Besides, last Halloween, Henry Bowers totally kicked my ass and stole the candy I had been collecting for an hour. If I run into him again this year, I’m gonna need some terrifying ghosts to scare him shitless.”

At that, Beverly and Mike smiled. Eddie looked to Stanley, who was still thinking it over, until he finally lifted his head back onto the stump of his neck and blew out a breath. “Alright, I’m in,” he said, with a small smile.

“Me too,” Mike said.

“Me three,” Beverly said, the flames on her head burning a bright orange.

Richie shot up from the bathtub, letting out a loud, cheering whoop as he did a loop-di-loop in the air. “Hell yeah!”

Eddie smiled widely as his friends broke out into conversation again, thought this time it didn’t consist of arguing- only excitement, as they spoke about which houses they remembered gave good, full-sized candy bars and how they were going to be the scariest-looking kids in town. He stuck his teeth back into his mouth and turned back to the bathroom mirror to continue getting his costume ready; he had bought a tube of fake blood from the Halloween store, and had to paint it onto his face in the most vampirish way he could think of. He thought back to when he had gone to see that scary vampire movie a few weeks earlier, and tried his best to copy how the monster in the movie had looked. Eddie wasn’t nearly as spooky-looking as his friends, but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about which house gave the best candy, or even how much candy would end up in his bag by the end of the night.

All Eddie cared about was that he was going to get to spend one of his favourite nights of the year with his best friends. That was the best thing he could have asked for.

By the time Eddie had finished up with his costume, the sun had almost completely set, the sky now shades of orange and red. When Eddie stepped out onto the front porch of the house, there was a cold breeze in the air, and Eddie was starting to wish he had listened to his mother and brough a coat to wear. But, he was quickly warmed once again as Richie stepped out beside him, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. Richie’s ghostly hand might have been cold, but seeing the wide grin on his face was enough to warm Eddie’s heart. “Come on!” he said, as he floated down the stairs and Eddie stumbled down behind him. “We gotta get started before all the good candy’s gone!”

Eddie laughed as the rest of the ghosts trailed out of the house behind them. “What are you so eager for?” he asked Richie, having to speedwalk to keep up with his pace. “You can’t even eat the candy you get.”

“I know,” Richie said, his head doing a full 180-degree-turn on his shoulders to look back at Eddie, while his body still faced forward. “But you can! And I know that your mom doesn’t let you buy candy, only that gross sugar-free crap that tastes like dirt, so we gotta get you stocked up on candy until next Halloween!”

Eddie’s eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks heat up. “You’re gonna give your candy to me?”

Bill laughed from beside him. “Well, duh,” he said, showing off his mouthful of sharp teeth as he smiled. “Wha-wha-what’d you thu-th…thi-think we were guh-gonna do with it?” Eddie hadn’t put much thought into it, and the realization made his blushing face grow even warmer and his smile grow wider.

Richie let out a snort of laugher and gripped Eddie’s hand tighter. “Come on, let’s go this way,” he said. “I know exactly where to start.”

And he did. Richie took them to a house owned by an old lady, with eyesight bad enough to see the ghosts just as children in costumes, and with a heart big enough to give each of them two full-sized candy bars. The seven of them travelled from house to house, their pillowcases growing heavier and heavier and their enjoyment of the night only increasing as the night went on. Eddie had always liked Halloween (after all, what was there not to like about getting free candy?), but he had never spent a Halloween night like this before. He had never had a group of friends quite like this before, who could make him laugh so hard that he shot juice out of his nose, and who were always there for him after a bad day at school, who he always knew would warmly welcome him into 29 Neibolt.

Eddie looked over to Richie, who had been walking right at his side all night, and nudged him with his elbow. “Hey, Richie” Eddie said softly.

Richie took a break from scaring the group of little kids who were passing by them to look over to his friend. “I only promised that I wouldn’t throw bugs at people,” he said defensively. “You never said anything about general scaring.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Good, ‘cause I ain’t stopping. So, what’s up? Want another Kit-Kat?”

Eddie shook his head. “No, if I eat any more candy I think I’ll barf,” he said.

“So… what is it?”

Eddie thought for a moment, looking around at the rest of his friends. They were all busy in their own conversations, comparing the treats in their bags. Eddie turned back to Richie. “Thanks,” he said. “For coming out with me tonight. It means a lot.”

The threads stitching his lips together stretched thin as Richie grinned widely, throwing his arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “ ‘Course, Eds!” Richie paused, and Eddie watched as Richie’s smile softened from that goofy grin of his to a more genuine smile. It was a smile that Eddie had only seen a handful of times during their friendship, but he knew well enough what it meant. Richie leaned his head down against Eddie’s shoulder, and lowered his voice so that just Eddie could hear. “Thanks for not forgetting about us,” he said.

Eddie kept his smile, though it was wavered by a small wave of confusion. “What do you mean?”

Richie shrugged. “Well, it’s just… I don’t know. Sometimes when you don’t come around to the house for a few days, I think… I sometimes wonder when will come the day that you’ll move on. That you’ll make new friends and…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t have to. Eddie knew exactly what he was talking about, and it broke his heart. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Bev and Bill and Stanley and Mike and Ben, I love ‘em loads, but… you’re my best friend, Eds.” Eddie didn’t miss the way Richie’s voice cracked slightly at that last part.

“Hey,” he said, shrugging Richie’s head off his shoulder. When Richie didn’t look at him, Eddie reached out and grabbed his hand. It was cold as ice, but Eddie held on tight. “I already told you before,” he went on. “There’s no way I’m forgetting about you. Not ever, got it?”

Though Richie’s eyes were a complete milky-white, Eddie could still see the joy returning to them as Richie’s smile grew once again. Richie’s chest puffed out in confidence, and the stitches on his mouth seemed like they were about to break open at the size of the smile on Richie’s face. “Good,” he said firmly. “ ‘Cause if you do, I’ll-”

“You’ll haunt my ass forever,” Eddie finished for him. “Yeah, I know.”

The two fell into laugher just as Beverly, a few feet in front of them, turned and called for them to catch up. “Come on, slowpokes!” she said. “Mike says there’s a place around the block that’s giving out ice-cream sandwiches!”

The two boys didn’t have to be told twice. Richie grabbed Eddie’s hand, and Eddie laughed as his short legs stumbled along to keep up with Richie’s speedy floating as they caught up with the rest of their friends.

#I DID IT!!!!#the losers club #neibolt au #it fic #neibolt richie #reddie #i can't believe i finished this in less than 2 hours #wow #anyways #enjoy!#happy halloween!!!!#it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019 #it halloween fic

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glamourbean · 1 year

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Please admire my block stitch

#crochet #Tunisian crochet #yarnblr #yarn blog #yarnaddict #block stitch #i did it!!!!#fiber art #fiber arts

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luvsdive · 7 months

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rules:

♡ i only write about girlgroups and female idols, most of my writings will be about dom!reader and sub!idol with very few exceptions, i don't like writing dom!idol things so it might take me a while to get to the requests you send.

♡ i don't like writing idol x idol except for threesomes, and definitely will not write about boy groups or any male idols in general.

♡ i only write about idols who are legal adults obviously, and i reserve the right to feel uncomfortable about any individuals who have turned 18 recently, but you can feel free to ask me about it!

♡ please don't interact from empty accounts! have a blog title or a profile picture, if your account is empty i will probably block you whenever i go through my follower list.

♡ i will write about a lot of taboo topics, but they will all be tagged, so you can block them by searching tw: specific trigger.

♡ things i won't write about is scat or vomit, foodplay, bestiality (with actual animals, hybrids/mythological creatures are fine though lmao).

idols i write for:

♡ le sserafim (not eunchae)

♡ itzy

♡ red velvet

♡ ive (not leeseo)

♡ blackpink

♡ aespa

♡ (g)-idle (ot6)

♡ bahiyyih, chaehyun, hikaru, yujin, xiaoting, dayeon from kep1er

♡ twice

♡ everglow

♡ loona

♡ somi

♡ jo yuri

♡ yena

♡ bibi

♡ chungha

taken anons list:

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#i did it!!!!#i wrote my rules!!!

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amoriscustos · 8 months

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❝ my name is minako aino, i'm 19 years old, the most beautiful popstar in tokyattan, and yeah, i guess.. my earth's one and only, 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗘𝗕. ❞

𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗢 𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗢 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦. causing trouble more often than not, the bold and blonde girl made it her mission in life to be noticed, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻. she was a star in the making and everyone needed to know it. and, by sheer force of will, she made sure she was on track to fame: vocal lessons, dance lessons, auditions, photoshoots, you name it.

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻...

she'd been the last one in the locker room, packing up her bag for the weekend after a solid volleyball practice when a tiny twinkle of a spider materialized. and, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴, she was bit. and, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴, her life would never be the same. at thirteen, her new path was set: she'd be the guardian her city needed. she wasn't just minako, future pop star, she was sailor web, crime fighting vigilante.

juggling crime fighting and puberty was not on her teenage experience bingo-card ( 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 ) but she found herself thriving and growing because of it. through it all, though, she never let go of her dreams of stardom. and as impossible as it seemed, she was determined to have it all. 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮-𝗽.

and, to no one's surprise, that's what she got. at nineteen, she's made quite the name for herself, both onstage and as her magical girl persona. minako aino, the pop star, is beloved by all, 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘆. sailor web on the other hand, well, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦, but that hasn't stopped the toys and video games and comics from being made. she's got the best of both worlds and she'll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.

#WHEWWWWW #i did it!!!!#cries ab it tbh #˙ * ♡ › super doesn't stand for model﹙…﹚verse info﹗#˙ * ♡ › eat that peep that i'm the one to beat yeah﹙…﹚spiderverse﹗

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