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ФАН АНИМОЧКААА ((Shucks!!))

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Dumb thing I made just so I can get notes lol

[widevibratobitch]

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[montereybayaquarium]

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[maxlarens]

Hi! Can i request friends for lovers with lando saying "i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." ✨🫶 thank you

usually i am so Consumed by the idea of the ✨Tension✨ of friends to lovers that i never do a confession scene but here is me making good on that finally. i hope u liked this anon!!!! sorry it took a while.

In hindsight, you think you should have woken up that morning and known. Known via some cosmic force that today was going to be it— the day you’d been waiting basically a decade for, the day you don't think you'll forget as long as you live—

Instead, you wake up bolt upright at three in the morning, heart beating frantic in your chest, to five missed calls from your best friend.

"What?", you groan, angry, into the phone, then, realising he's calling you at three in the morning, a more concerned note seeps into your tone, "Lan, is that you? You alright?"

"I locked myself out," is the gravelly reply.

"You locked yourself out?"

"I— yes," he hisses down the line, "I forgot my keys okay."

You snort, say, "You're a silly billy," without thinking anything of it.

You'll attribute it to sleep deprivation later, but you'll also find that Lando thinks nothing further of it, too used to you throwing affectionate nicknames his way—

"Shuddup," he mumbles.

You think he's drunk, at least tipsy. He'd said something offhandedly on your FaceTime call yesterday about going out with a few friends you don't know. Besides, there's a slur to his words, a tiredness.

"Come up already," you tell him.

"'M right outside."

You hum in confirmation that you've heard him, put your phone back on the nightstand and slip out from under the covers. You're wearing a sweatshirt that's three sizes too big it might be Lando's and pink fuzzy socks, you feel goosebumps rise on your legs as you pad to the front door. You lean heavily against the wall, closing your eyes as you unlock the padlock and swing it open for your friend.

Lando stumbles in. You twist around to look at him. He's not as drunk as you thought he might be. Sleepy though. You can tell by the squint of his eyes, how they're red rimmed and the mess of his hair. Run through too many times with his hand.

"You want your spare key?", you question as Lando turns on his heel, finding you at the sound of your voice.

He frowns, looking at you like you've grown two heads. Crease forming between his eyebrows.

"Nuh," he shakes his head, then reaches forward to take your wrist, hauling you back through the apartment, "Let's go sleep."

You shrug, acquiescing as he leads you to your bedroom. If you hadn't just been woken up from a dead sleep you might have felt a little weird about it. Paid attention to the stirring feeling low in your gut. Instead, you slip into bed and pull the covers back for Lando without a care in the world.

It's not that weird, you think as he kicks off his shoes and rummages around on your hanging rail for a shirt big enough for him. He finds one that you're sure was originally his. You look away as he changes, shucking out of the short sleeve button up you'd helped him pick out, peeling off chinos you'd also picked out. There's a pair of his gym shorts laying around somewhere, you know it— but he doesn't bother to look for them. Just pulls the t-shirt on over his bare tan chest and climbs in next to you.

You've done this before. Many times. And the two of you make a deliberate point of not being weird about, even though it's been a point of contention in every relationship either of you have had to date. And you don't know what it is tonight this morning, but his presence next to you is making your chest tight. Something skitters up your spine as he slots into your space.

As casual as ever he slings an arm over your waist, tugs you closer to him and presses the line of his nose into the back of your neck. Briefly, he reaches to swipe your hair out of the way, mumbling something about it tickling him.

There's something set ablaze in your stomach.

"G'night, babe," he mutters, breath fanning your ear.

God. You have to suppress a shiver. The babe thing isn't even anything different, he calls you that often enough mostly when he's had something to drink, there's just something about it right now. When you're sleep-woozy and he's just undressed in front of you. Maybe you had a weird dream about him again and you can't remember it, even if your subconscious does.

You bite down on your tongue, answer, "Sleep tight, Lan."

He hums. You crack your neck to stop from letting out a noise that would be utterly indecent right now. Unaware, Lando puts his nose right back in the same spot. You lie there for a while, wired and buzzing, until you hear his breathing steady and deepen as he falls asleep. And even though you feel like every nerve ending in your body is on fire, sleep finds you too.

You wake up again, later, to the morning sun pouring in through your curtains. It lights up the empty space on the bed in front of you. Acreage of bed, pillow, not taken up by anyone.

Still, on your other side, Lando's in your personal space to a degree that you don't realise at first. You wake up disoriented, grappling to remember the events of early that morning. There’s still no cosmic thing telling you that you need to remember today. Commit every single second to memory as it happens. You try to roll over, feeling warmth at your back but not thinking anything of it until Lando gripes something unintelligible into your ear—

Okay. Memories return to you now.

You start to contextualise the skin on yours.

Lando's arm is still slung around your waist, but his hand has made it's way underneath your jumper. Fingers dig into the plush skin of your bare stomach, clutching like you'll slip out of his grasp if he's not careful. Somehow, the other arm has forced it's way under your pillow and you can feel the line of his body against your back, where he's gotten as close to you as he could manage. His legs tangle with yours, one of them spreading out into your space, strewn diagonally across the bed. His knee presses up into the meat of your thigh.

You try not to think how easily your bodies fit together.

You're still for a while. Drifting in and out of sleep. You're comfortable, above all else. You don't really want Lando to move. This certainly isn't the first time you've woken up like this, tangled up with each other, you're betting you'll be able to pass it off with a silly comment once Lando wakes up. You'll extract yourselves from each other and get on with your day like usual.

No big deal—

Lando wakes up half an hour or so later and acts like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He yawns loudly into your ear and rolls over without fanfare—

No big deal—

It's only when you're in the kitchen together— cooking bacon and eggs while Lando drinks coffee from your espresso machine— that the cracks start to show.

You glance at him sideways, watching as he gnaws at the inside of his mouth. His eyes slip off you, directing to the sizzling pan, “What’s up?”, you ask, “Something happen?”

He shakes his head, too quickly, “No. Nope— I—”

He tapers off his sentence, shaking his head. Nose scrunching momentarily. You raise an eyebrow but don’t think much of it. It’s Lando, he’ll tell you if it’s important. Plus, you’re kinda busy right now making sure the eggs don’t burn. A few minutes pass, you ask him to grab plates. He says okay and then drags out an,

“Um,” for so long that you’re a little concerned.

Something nervous flutters in your chest, you’re turning the heat on the burner down low before you know why. You’ve just been friends with Lando for so long, you know when there’s something heavy in his words, when there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

You turn to give him your full attention, your eyebrows furrowing as you look up at him.

“Plates, Lan?”

He’s staring at you. Like, staring at you. Like, slack-jawed, eyes glittering, staring. Like how the guy looks at the girl at the end of every rom-com ever. Like how Harry looks at Sally in every fucking scene of your favourite movie of all time. Like—

Shit. Do you have a massive fuck off pimple on your face? Have you turned blue? Are you being completely out of your mind delusional right now? Because there’s something suddenly wreaking havoc in your stomach. And you really do want to believe that Lando is looking at you in that way, and not just because you’ve got something embarrassing on your face—

“Lando,” you say, firmly, urgency to it, “Spit it out.”

He shakes his head.

You put a hand on his bicep, “Lando.”

It’s got to be that. It’s got to be—

God, your chest feels tight. Your skin feels like it’s on fire. He’s not even said anything yet!

It’s got to be—

He blinks. You think your sudden intensity has made him nervous because he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck from side to side. A little groan escapes his lips.

“I just—” he sighs heavily, as if it’s too hard to force out; but he’s still looking at you, “What if, I was— ugh, no, nothing, it’s fine—”

“What if you were what?”, it’s out of your mouth before you can think. You think you know exactly what the end of his sentence is. You think perhaps you are too. A pause, then, being braver than you thought you could be, you add, “In love with me?”

He looks immediately as if you’ve sucker punched him right in the gut. Eyes wide and wet and red-rimmed, like kicked puppy, a pleading dog. There’s something scared, nervous, in the set of his shoulders as well. You watch them draw up to his chin as he tries to sink into them.

“Why would you say that?” His voice is downright panicked, “How did you know that?”

Your heart stops beating in your chest, drops into your stomach and falls right out your ass. You shake your head,

“I didn’t. I didn’t. I just guessed, Lan,” you realise your hand is still on his bicep, you squeeze, “Are you?”

“Am I?”, he looks slightly incredulous, baffled at what you’re saying like it’s supposed to be obvious that he is, “Jesus. Of course I am. I can’t– I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re there all the time. And y’know, I see you and you’re just,” he waves an arm between the two of you, gesturing up and down at your body, “You’re fucken’ gorgeous. And you don’t say a thing when we wake up together and I’m basically, on top of you—”

“You don’t say anything either,” you gripe, even though there’s something like joy clawing up your throat, “I thought it was normal.”

Lando tips his head back, groans something halfway filthy, “Normal. I didn’t let half my exes sleep over, and I turned around if they did sleep in my bed. And— fuck, y’know— my keys are actually in my pants pocket right now. I was out drinking and having fun and all I could think about was how much I missed you. How much I just wanted to like, crawl into bed with you.”

“You arsehole.”

“What?”

“You arsehole,” you repeat, “I would have let you in anyway. You didn’t have to lie.”

For a long minute, Lando gapes at you like a fish out of water. Briefly, you think maybe you’ve screwed it by being too mean. It’s never stopped you before, but you’ve also never been in this exact situation with Lando before, frighteningly enough—

One second you’re running through all the possible apologies you could give to make it better, to smooth it all over, and then the next Lando is kissing you—

Or, you feel his hand on your chin first, your mouth forming the first letter of shit, sorry Lan, and then suddenly his mouth is slanting across yours. He tastes a bit like morning breath and a lot like bitter coffee, but his mouth is wet and soft and your lips slot together so perfectly. You put a hand in his curls and find that it feels different to when you card your fingers through his hair.

God.

He’s got a hand on your waist and he’s digging his fingers into your jaw like you’re going to pull away from him without warning and never come back.

“Lan,” you say into his mouth, he pauses long enough for you to speak, lips hovering, nearly touching, “‘M not going anywhere.”

He shakes his head, slanting forward to kiss you again, “No, you’re not,” he pulls back again, pressing his forehead to yours, green-as-grass eyes boring into yours, “Please say you’re in love with me right now?”

Despite yourself, you raise an eyebrow, “Are you in love with me?”

He sighs something ragged out through his nose, kisses you again, says, “‘Course, I’m in love with you. How could I not be,” into your mouth.

You hum from the back of your throat, tongue slipping forward to press against his teeth, tangling against his, “Then of course I am, Lan,” you echo.

How could you not be?

u just know all of lando's gfs/situationships HATED the fuck out of her

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Just saw someone rating Ateez fits and referred to Mingi’s fit as an “omega cosplaying as an alpha” and I absolutely lost it. Also those photos on the couch that he posted… I’m a heavy sub leaning switch but Mingi being submissive and breedable will shuck my corn any day. Save a horse ride a slutty cowboy until he cries✨

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Pairing: Sub!Mingi x Dom!fem reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags Include: protected sex (yay!!!), feminisation, edging, reader calls Mingi 'princess', mistress kink, praise, edging, overstimulation, dollification (kinda), slight humiliation, dacryphilia, nipple play, lotus position, face riding, cum play, kissing, aftercare. 18+

Mingi looked absolutely adorable in his pink tutu and matching tiara, the soft fabric contrasting so beautifully against his tall, muscular frame. His dark hair framed his face, sticking to his skin where tears of frustration and pleasure gathered at his flushed cheeks. The bright pink lipstick you’d applied earlier was smeared down his mouth, a messy testament to the way he had desperately kissed you before.

He whimpered, his large hands gripping at the hem of the tutu, struggling to stay still as you watched him with a sly, teasing smile. His neediness was intoxicating, the way he always craved your touch, your approval, your praise. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable, made something stir deep within you.

'P-please,' Mingi's voice trembled, his lip quivering as his wide, tear-filled eyes searched yours. 'I-I can't take it anymore... please.'

The sound of his begging sent a thrill through you, his whines like music to your ears. You let out a soft hum, stepping closer until you were just in front of him, your fingers trailing down his chest, over the soft pink fabric. He shuddered at the contact, a needy little moan escaping his lips, his entire body trembling under your gaze.

'Shh,' you whispered, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb brushing over the smeared lipstick. 'You look so pretty like this, baby. My pretty boy.'

He whimpered at your praise, leaning into your touch as if he couldn't get enough, his lips parting slightly as he let out a shaky breath. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, overwhelmed by the attention, but you weren’t finished teasing him yet.

You gently pulled away from his face and watched as Mingi’s body instinctively followed, his hips shifting slightly as he tried to press himself closer to you. His whiny, clingy nature made your heart race. He was completely devoted to you, every bit of him responding to your commands, your control, your dominance.

'You're not done yet,' you whispered, running your fingers over his lips, the sticky remnants of his lipstick coating your skin. 'Not until I say so.'

Mingi moaned, his thighs twitching as he squirmed under your touch, desperate for more. He was so close to breaking, and yet you held him there, right at the edge, teasing and toying with his needy body as he begged for release. His pretty, pink tutu ruffled with every movement, adding to the absurd yet enticing scene of his utter surrender to you.

'You can take it,' you cooed, your voice soft but commanding, tracing your fingers down his jaw and over his throat. 'You're my good boy, aren’t you?'

'Y-yes... ' Mingi gasped, his voice thick with emotion, the tiara slipping slightly on his head as he nodded eagerly. 'I'm your good boy... please, I-I’ll be good.'

You smirked, running your hand down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths. His whole body was trembling now, his need for you so obvious, and yet you weren’t quite ready to let him have what he wanted.

Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the waistband of his tutu, teasing him further. Mingi let out a sharp whine, his hips bucking slightly as he pressed himself into your hand, chasing after your touch. The tears gathered in his eyes spilled over, his makeup now a smudged mess of desperation and need.

'Look at you,' you murmured, cupping him through the soft fabric of the skirt, making him shudder and moan. 'So pretty, so needy... you really can’t do anything without me, can you?'

'N-no...' he whimpered, his voice small and breathless, completely overwhelmed by the combination of your praise and teasing. 'I... I need you.'

'That's right,' you whispered, leaning in close, your breath hot against his ear. 'You need me. And you’ll wait until I say so.'

Mingi let out another desperate moan, his hands clinging to you like a lifeline, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding back, of being good for you. You relished in the sight of him, so beautiful, so utterly devoted to you in every way. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his lips parted in quiet gasps, and his teary eyes were filled with nothing but adoration for you.

You gave his cheek a gentle pat, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. 'Good boy.'

The praise was enough to push him further, another needy whine escaping his lips as he trembled beneath your touch, his grip tightening on you. He was so close to falling apart, but you weren’t ready to let him have that release yet. Not until you had teased every last whimper and plea out of him.

Mingi's whimpers echoed in the room, his voice soft and needy, as you finally allowed him a taste of what he'd been begging for. You stood, your fingers tugging at the waistband of the tutu before sliding it down his thighs, exposing the growing hardness he'd been trying so desperately to contain. He shuddered under your touch, his dark hair sticking to his damp forehead as his gaze locked onto you, full of longing and desperation.

'Please... I need you,' Mingi whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation, his hands gently resting on your hips as you straddled him, your body pressing close to his. He looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, the smeared lipstick on his lips a testament to the way you'd teased him so thoroughly. His large hands gripped your waist as you settled yourself over him, your core brushing against his erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.

'You’ve been so good for me,' you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, your breath mingling with his as he let out a shaky moan. 'But just one more thing'

You were wearing nothing but a baby pink silk nightgown to match his tutu, a pearl necklace adorning your neck where the string fell between your breasts, slowly and torturously removing your chemise so you were naked, confidence swirling through your body as Mingi looked at you with absolute desire and desperation to have you.

'I'm not wet enough baby, can I sit on your face? You're going to be nice and stretch me with your fingers? Use your pretty mouth on my clit so let me slide all over that cute nose of yours?'

His eyes widened as you approached him and he nodded with fever, his voice husky, broken, laced with submissive desire and eagerness.

'Pleassse lemme do it, wanna taste you, want you to cum all over my face and cock, I'll be a good princess, I promise'

You smirked at his words and wiped the drool away from the side of his mouth before leaning in and kissing him, pulling away before Mingi could use his tongue, smiling at the slight whine you heard from his aching for you.

He grabbed the plush of your thighs with eagerness as he maneuvered you onto his face, your whole body shaking as he licked over your clit with intensity, the tip of his tongue circling around the bud before pulling it in his mouth and sucking it.

'My mistress...thank you...I'm so grateful for tasting you, could lick you every day'

He spoke words of praise and gratitude with every lick and suck, moaning in pleasure as he ate you out like a man starved of affection, like he needed to taste you to survive.

It was messy as he prepped you, using the strawberry flavoured lube you had placed next to his face to stretch you with his fingers, feeling him spread your labia apart as he licked you messily, the rumbles of his voice on your skin further enhancing your pleasure.

'Oh Mingi- right there, don't stop' You threaded your fingers in his hair as you pressed his face further against your clit, your back arching as his fingers expertly prodded against your g-spot and he flattened his tongue against the underside, reaching your peak rather quickly.

Minutes later you climaxed from your clit being sucked in between his teeth, your muscles spasming as he removed his fingers, his tongue dipping into your entrance to taste your release as much as possible.

'Did I do a good job?' Mingi asked with hesitation as you stared down at him, gazing down at the mascara tracks on his face and his cheeks and nose stained with copious amounts of pink blush and your slick.

'You always do, you make feel so good whenever I'm with you my princess'

His eyes beamed with the praise before closing at the feeling of your tongue licking your cum off his cheeks and the tip of his nose, your hands on his chest as you kissed him messily, swiping your tongue over his so he could taste you again, a throaty moan leaving his chest as you did so.

When you finished making out, you lifted yourself off him to grab the condom and the baby pink vibrator off the bedside table, moving yourself back over his crotch and placing them next to you.

'Does my big princess want his reward?'

Mingi nodded eagerly, his lips parting as a quiet whimper escaped, his body trembling beneath you in anticipation. He was so devoted, so completely yours, and the sight of him like this — needy, desperate, and beautiful — made your heart race with desire.

'Pleeasseee mistress, I'm so hard it hurts, need to be inside your pussy now, I've earned it haven't I? Haven't I been a good boy?'

You chuckled lightly at the pleading as you pushed the tutu up and around his lithe waist, staring down at how angry and dripping his thick cock was.

'Awww, that look like it hurts doesn't it, princess?'

The slight taunting caused Mingi's lip to quiver and his eyes to become glassy with unshed tears, you knew he was reaching his limits and decided to throw him the lifeline he had been so generously pleading for.

You tore open the wrapper of the condom, the latex a baby pink that matched the tutu and the vibrator, opening the cap of the lube and pouring a drop into the tip of it so the slide felt better.

'My princess deserves to be taken care off', you cooed whilst fisting his cock with your free hand, sliding the condom over the tip and shaft, hearing him hiss at the sensation.

'Ready for me?' You asked one last time as you straddled him, placing the tip near your entrance.

'Yes, yes YESSS, I've been ready, so fucking ready' He whined out, his chest flushed and littered with lipstick stains, his crotch grinding slightly against the friction of you on him.

'Then what my princess wants, my big princess gets'

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling the stretch of his length filling you completely, and Mingi's head fell back with a loud moan, his fingers digging into your hips as he struggled to control himself. His lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as his hips instinctively bucked up into you, desperate to feel more of you, more of the warmth that surrounded him.

'F-fuck...' Mingi gasped, his voice cracking with the intensity of the pleasure that washed over him. His large hands guided your movements, holding you close as you began to ride him, your body moving in slow, deliberate motions, savoring every second of his needy whimpers and moans.

You couldn’t help but let out a moan of your own, the feeling of him inside you, combined with the desperate way he clung to you, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mingi, ever so eager to please, sat upright, his lips pressing to your chest, kissing and sucking at the soft skin. His kisses were sloppy, frantic, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, his whimpers vibrating against your skin as his tongue flicked over your nipple.

'You feel so good... so perfect,' he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and trembling. His lips were a mess of smeared lipstick and desire, but all you could focus on was the way he worshipped you with every touch, every kiss, his need for you spilling over in every moment.

'Mingi...' you whispered, your voice breathless as you moved faster, grinding your hips down against him, each motion sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. His hands gripped you tighter, guiding your rhythm as he pressed his lips harder to your chest, sucking marks into your skin, desperate to leave his mark on you.

'I'm yours right?' Mingi moaned against your skin as his lips latched around your nipple, his hips fluidly rolling against yours as the tutu provided further stimulation to you both.

'Of course...you're my princess..my big boy' You whined out as his teeth scraped around your other nipple, frantically trying to reach down to find the small vibrator amongst the sheets.

You felt your release building, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every movement, every moan that fell from Mingi's lips. His dark eyes fluttered open to meet yours, full of pure, unfiltered desire, his lips parting as another broken moan escaped.

'I... I'm close,' Mingi gasped, his voice thick with need, his grip on you tightening as his hips jerked up into you, chasing his own release. 'Please... let me...'

The vibrator against your clit was felt without warning, maybe you could punish Mingi later for his sneakiness but right now, you didn't care about the initiative, hell-bent on getting the thigh-quaking orgasm you both deserved, roughly twining the ends of Mingi's hair as you pushed him further into the plushness of your breasts.

You moaned loudly at the sensation and your eyes rolled back, feeling your own orgasm approaching fast, the pleasure overwhelming as you moved faster, riding him with a new urgency. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared moans, your bodies moving together in perfect sync, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

With one final roll of your hips, the coil inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Mingi followed soon after, his grip on you tightening as he buried his face in your chest, his own release hitting him hard, his body shaking as he spilled inside you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, your bodies pressed close together, hearts pounding in unison as you caught your breath. Mingi's lips remained on your chest, pressing soft, lazy kisses to your skin as he came down from his high, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

'You’re amazing,' he whispered, his voice soft and full of awe, his hands gently caressing your back. 'So perfect... I don’t know what I’d do without you.'

You smiled, brushing a hand through his dark, sweat-dampened hair, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. 'You did so well, Mingi. My good boy.'

He let out a soft, satisfied hum at your praise, his lips pressing one last kiss to your chest before he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of nothing but adoration. You could still see the remnants of the smeared lipstick on his lips, the tiara slightly askew on his head, but to you, he looked perfect — completely and utterly devoted to you, just the way you liked him.

'Let's have a shower you whispered, your voice gentle as you shifted to pull away from him, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. 'After I get the feeling back in my legs'

Mingi smiled, his arms wrapping around you once more as he pulled you close, holding you in his strong embrace as you both basked in the warmth of each other’s presence.

He gazed up at you with glassy eyes, spit-stained reddening lips and his cheeks flushed and skin stained with sweat, his voice sex-laced and hoarse as he had one final request.

'Can I fuck you in the shower?'

I swear to God, if this fic doesn't entice people to think Mingi's a switch but sub leaning, I don't know what will (especially after the couch photos like come on???)

I feel like I just released layers of pent-up intrusive thoughts, until next time...bye!!!

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🫧🐚 ACNH Tidepool Set 🦐🫧

Here is the winner of July's poll, the tidepool set! There are lots and lots of creatures, some rocks, plants, and other items to add even more to your aquariums!

Sims 4, Base game compatible | 59 items | As always, extra swatches added by me! hope you enjoy! 💗

Set contains: -Abalone | 1 swatch | 600 poly -Acorn Barnacle 1 | 6 swatches | 600 poly -Acorn Barnacle 2 (on rocks) | 6 swatches | 816 poly -Chambered Nautilus | 5 swatches | 816 poly -Clam 1-3 (3 items) | 2 swatches each | 402, & 338 poly -Flatworm | 3 swatches | 600 poly -Giant Isopod Decor | 2 swatches | 1014 poly -Hermit Crab 1 & 2 (2 items) | 4 swatches each | 804 poly each -Hermit Crab Pet | 8 swatches for lid color | 1380 poly -Hermit Crab Shell | 4 swatches | 200 poly -Horseshoe Crab | 2 swatches | 1000 poly each -Mantis Shrimp | 1 swatch | 882 poly -Mussel (single) | 3 swatches | 140 poly -Mussels (in a bunch) | 3 swatches | 830 poly -Oyster | 1 swatches | 300 poly -Oyster Knife | 6 swatches | 74 poly -Pearl Diving Pool Bars | 2 swatches | 1256 poly -Pearl Diving Sign | 8 swatches for frame color | 170 poly -Pearl Diving Table | 6 swatches | 138 poly -Pearl Oyster 1 (partial open) | 1 swatch | 602 poly -Pearl Oyster 2 (open more) | 1 swatch | 602 poly -Pearl Oyster 3 (open more, pearl inside) | 4 swatches | 644 poly -Pearl Oyster 4 (shucked, bottom half) | 1 swatch | 322 poly -Pearl Oyster 5 (shucked, bottom half with pearl) | 4 swatches | 364 poly -Pearl Oyster 6 (shucked, top half upside down) | 1 swatch | 294 poly -Pearl Oyster 7 (shucked, top half) | 4 swatches | 294 poly -Pearl Oyster 8 (shucked top half with collected pearls) | 4 swatches | 420 poly -Plant 1 | 1 swatch | 72 poly -Rocks 1-7 | 5, 3, 3, 1, 1, 3, & 3 swatches | 141, 258, 114, 218, 74, 283, & 118 poly -Scallops 1 & 2 (2 items, lying down and swimming) | 5 swatches | 604 poly -Sea Cucumber | 5 swatches | 596 poly -Sea Grapes | 2 swatches | 969 poly -Sea Pig | 3 swatches | 862 poly -Sea Pineapple 1 & 2 (2 items, #2 is on rocks) | 2 swatches | 662 & 878 poly -Sea Slug | 5 swatches | 590 poly -Sea Star 1 & 2 (2 items) | 5 swatches each | 402 poly each -Sea Urchin | 4 swatches | 602 poly -Seaweed 1 (growing) | 1 swatch | 602 poly each -Seaweed 2 (pile) | 1 swatch | 778 poly each -Sea Anemone | 5 swatches | 868 poly each -Shrimp) | 1 swatch | 598 poly each -Slate Pencil Urchin | 6 swatches | 799 poly each -Small Pool (lots of slots!) | 6 swatches | 2360 poly each -Tiger Prawn | 5 swatches | 608 poly each -Turban Shell | 1 swatch | 702 poly each -Whelk | 6 swatches | 798 poly each -Wood and Plants | 1 swatch | 4255 poly each

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[amphibiahawks321]

[Request from anon, Polyamory relationship with Pomni and Ragatha (to whoever anon that gave me the request I'm so sorry I accidentally deleted your request!)]

✨ADVENTURE✨

......

🏰CASTLE NONSENSE DIFFENCE~🏰

💥💥💥!!!!

[Y/N, Pomni and Ragatha immediately takes cover inside the castle leans against the wall and immediately starts panting]

Ragatha : Pant H-hehe Well that could've gone better right guys!

Pomni : What the %$!# are those THINGS!

[Y/N peek his head out of the castle doors to see a bunch of gummy worms with legs and googly eyes while holding katanas on both hands with grenades strapped to them charging at the castle]

M!Reader : Pant Okay we gotta stay calm-

Pomni : Stay calm!? A bunch of gummy worms with legs are charging at us!

Ragatha : Pomni calm down! Breath slowly-

Pomni : I don't even have a nose!

Ragatha : ......Oh yeah

M!Reader : U-Umm... Uh... Maybe they're not that bad! Those grenade throws that they threw were probably just luck-

💥💥💥!!!

[An explosion can be heard from the castles tower which made gangle fall down in front of them]

Gangle : aaaaAAAAA-

[fall face first]

M!Reader/Ragatha/Pomni : ......

M!Reader : Gangle you okay?

Gangle : Yes... But they're getting way closer now....

M!Reader : H-hehe maybe that was another lucky throw-

💥💥💥!!!

[The other tower exploded making king fall down]

King : aaaaaAAAAA-

[fall down with his wooden body a little burned]

King : THOSE THINGS ARE ANIMALS!

Ragatha & Pomni : Oh gosh we're doomed!-/Where the %$!# is Jax even at!-

Ragatha : I thought making the three of us the front line was gonna be like a cool butt kicking date!-

[M!Reader immediately kissed both of them]

M!Reader : Girls! Calm your damn horses!

Ragatha blushing : ......

[Pomni's pupils turn into hearts]

M!Reader : First of all! Ragatha your idea was a great idea! If it hadn't for these... Creatures to be surprisingly good it would've gone super cool!

Ragatha blushing : Aww... shucks

M!Reader : Second of all! Pomni I love you but you gotta keep your cool! Your reaction to those things are really reasonable but if we all just keep our cool we could get out of this mess okay pom!

[Pomni's pupils still hearts]

Pomni : Y-your right....

M!Reader : And thirdly! where the %$!# is Jax!-

[A door inside the castle got kicked open]

Jax : Hey guess what I found in the basement!

[Shows Jax carrying a whole bunch of guns and drops them down on the floor]

[Jax immediately picks up the minigun]

Jax : Let the bloodshed begin!

[Jax immediately walks outside wasted no time and immediately starts shooting]

M!Reader : .......

M!Reader : Eh %$!# it....

[Y/N picks up an Ak-47]

[Y/N went outside to shoot with Jax while King and Gangle just stares at the bloodshed happening outside while still on the floor with shocked expression while Pomni and Ragatha was still blushing at the fact Y/N just did that]

[hexite-dissolving]

snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissin'

Gift for @weltraum-vaquero ! Jayce Talis x GN!Reader Summary: Does Jayce like the winter? No. But will that stop him from taking advantage of its holiday traditions to steal a few extra kisses? Absolutely not. Word Count: 1,042 Tags: Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Mistletoe, I'm feeling ✨festive✨, My First Arcane Fic, the title is from the xmas version of nonsense by sabrina carpenter but shhhh y'all don't see that, Jayce is a Sweetheart, Jayce Talis is a lover boy SFW

Jayce doesn’t like the winter, a fact you became aware of rather quickly when you first got to know him. After narrowly avoiding death as a child at winter’s hands, he can’t stand this time of year- not to mention all the sickness floating around and the textural nightmare of bundling up to go outside. You can’t blame him, you aren’t the fondest of it either, which is why you take so many extra measures to ensure he stays comfy cozy until spring returns with its warmth. Despite his hatred for the gloomy cold months, though, is how much he enjoys the season’s holidays and festivities. Jayce adores bringing you home to his mother, or joining you and your loved ones for dinner and exchanging gifts. 

Jayce has so much love for the people in his life it is hard to keep it in, so you suppose that the holidays are just a convenient excuse for him to shower you in affection- or ask for it. 

His favorite excuse by far was mistletoe. Any opportunity to kiss you was one he’d take, and during the holiday season there were just too many to pass up. Every outing took nearly twice as long because Jayce would pull you under every sprig you came across for a kiss. 

The scent of something herbal and fresh greeted you as you opened the door to  the sight of your beloved. It wasn’t uncommon to see him waiting for you to return home if he wasn’t caught up in the lab- in fact it was strange for him not to. But there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes as you shucked off your coat that immediately made you suspicious. 

“What's with the look, hm?” you ask, toeing off your boots and scooting them next to his with your foot. 

Jayce grins in a way that only serves to strengthen your suspicion. He’s definitely up to something. “What look?” 

“You know what I mean.” 

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’ve got no clue what you’re talking about, babe. Oh- you should look up, by the way.” He barely contains a boyish giggle as he directs you, one that makes your heart swell. 

Curious as to what it is he’s set up, you do, and see a cluster of mistletoe taped to the lightswitch dangling over your head. That must have been what you smelled when you walked in. When you pull it down to take a whiff, sure enough, it’s exactly that. You look back over to Jayce, who looks awfully proud of himself, as you set it down on the table next to your keys.

“C’mere, pretty boy,” you beckon, curling your finger in a come hither motion. 

He scurries forward like an excited puppy and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into a dizzying kiss. Warm, soft, sweet like the rest of him, and just as desperate too, like he’ll never get to kiss you again. He melts into you when you tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. Every hum and sigh reignites the blaze in your chest, and it isn’t until your lungs begin to burn that you pull away. He smiles, winded, and leans in to pepper your face and neck in more of his affections. 

“Miss me much?” you joke, but you already know the answer. 

His voice is honey-sweet muffled against your neck. “Always.” 

When he finally breaks away, the two of you settle into your normal evening routines. You tell each other about your day, prepare for dinner, and you fondly listen as he recounts the progress he and Viktor made today with hextech. A while after dinner, your stomachs full and warm, you lay with Jayce’s head in your lap while you read, combing your fingers through his hair. He turns into your stomach and weaves his arms around you, and what you thought was just him getting comfortable turns into something else when you feel his hand rooting around behind you. You cock an eyebrow as his hand slips between the cushions supporting your back. 

He rolls over, gazing up at you and producing yet another cluster of leaves and red ribbon, dangling it between your eyes. The playful grin he’s sporting makes your heart stutter in its tracks. Good gods, he’s so precious it may actually kill you.   

“Really?” You can’t stop the snorting laughter that escapes your lips. You lean down and peck his lips, savoring how he chases after you when you pull back. “You’re pretty needy tonight, puppy. What’s next, am I gonna find some in your pants too?”

Jayce’s eyes widen as his cheeks dust red. Cute. He coughs into his free hand before he collects himself, and gives you a coy smile. The same one he always whips out when he wants something, but won’t outright ask you for it for one reason or another. “I mean, you can find out for yourself. You know, if you want to.”

You grant him another small smooch, drifting your hand down his chest and stomach, toying with the hem of his shirt. His breath hitches against your lips, and you retract from him like the cruel lover you are. “Later, baby.”

He whines, and you almost go back on your word right then and there.  

The exhaustion of the day you’d had finally slams into you as you cross the threshold of your shared bedroom at some late hour of night. You collapse into bed with a sigh, burrowing into the soft blankets like a cozy ferret. Jayce follows suit, nice and toasty when he snuggles up beside you. He calls your name softly, pulling you out of sleep’s slowly strengthening hold. He taps the headboard with a shit eating grin. You crane your head up to look behind you- lo and behold, one last mistletoe is tied around the wooden bedpost. You snicker softly and lean over him, your breath ghosting over his lips. 

“My god, you are insatiable, y'know that?” You nuzzle into the strong palm cupping your jaw, pressing your lips to the calloused skin. 

“You love it, though.”

You close the distance between you, the stressors of your day and the late December chill outside long forgotten.

[munsster]

hi pookieee

i just found your blog and legit spent like two hours reading your stuff- IT'S SO GOODDDDD OML

so, if requests are open, and if they're not! totally fine, but if they are... can i maybe possibly request a jonathan byers oneshot? 😍maybe domestic vibes, some will and joyce, sort of where reader is just part of the daily, like it's not a 'oH jOnAtHaN hAs a GiRl OvEr' type of thing, the byers are just so used to her being around-

OKEY BYEEE, DRINK WATER, EAT SNACKS, KEEP SPARKLING ✨

fall into place

A/N: HI POOKIE! im obsessed w ur energy and i would do anything for u, this sounds so cute hope u like it 😋

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan comes home to find you fully adopted into the Byers’ daily routine. When did that happen? 1.3k words.

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, cringe 80s references, mike being annoying, KISSING, pet names (baby, heartthrob)

The front door slamming shut rattles the frame of the house, but nobody seems to care over the ruckus. Jonathan drops his messenger bag by the bench in the foyer, shucking his shoes and skirting to the kitchen. Joyce flips through a fashion catalog by the phone with her thumb nail perched between her lips.

"She's in El's room," Joyce says while Jonathan swipes an unopened juice pouch off the counter and tucks a pack of toaster strudel under his arm. There's an uproar in the other room from the usual teenage suspects. He's about to make his way upstairs when his mom chuckles.

"Oh, hi, mom, how was your day?" Joyce teases, "Thanks for asking, Jonathan. It was lovely, I bought you those juice pouches and toaster pastries you like. How was yours?" She cocks a brow, and he peeks back into the kitchen.

"Love you, mom."

"Love you, too. Oh, also it's fend night. There are some leftovers and dinners in the freezer. Your brother was craving frozen pizza."

"Sounds good!" he shouts, already halfway up the stairs and down the hall. The cassette deck on El's desk sings something tinny and youthful and he's pretty sure she has it cranked to full volume. You're perched at the foot of her bed with your fingers looping the fluffy strands of her hair into a criss-cross plait. You look over and smile, leaning into the kiss he plants on your cheek.

"Hi," you coo.

"Hi, baby," he says with a lazy smile across his face. "My room?"

"In a sec."

El tuts, "she's braiding my hair." You chuckle, tying off the end of her braid with a sparkly, blue elastic you nabbed from the bottom of the bathroom drawer. He tips the straw of his juice to your lips, and you hum and pat the top of El's head just before hopping to your feet and fleeing the room with Jonathan's hand in yours.

"Thank you!" she calls, but you both know you'd do it for her anytime.

He falls back onto his springy mattress, and you straddle his hips, pry the decadent box from his grasp, and triumphantly fish out a strudel.

"I didn't know Mike was visiting this week," you mumble through a mouthful of pastry.

"Yeah, their spring breaks lined up." Jonathan chugs the rest of his fruit cocktail, crushing the pouch and setting it on his bedside table alongside the discarded pastry box. Then he recoils, nose scrunching: "You met mike?"

You nod, nibbling the strudel in half and pressing bite-sized piece to his mouth, swiping away the stray crumbs that sprinkle his shirt. "It's cinnamon," you whisper. He hums.

"Was he weird?" he worries.

"Only a little," you tease, sweeping his hair off his forehead and leaning down to press a damp kiss to the open space.

"He's a punk."

You shrug. "Only a little."

You split the last piece of pastry between you, making sure you get an even amount of filling and frosting before clinking the edges and popping them into your mouths.

"What were you and El listening to?" he asks.

"Make it big. You know Wham. 'I don't want your freeeeedom!'" you mock, squeaking out the iconic high note, "Mike got it for her."

"Sounded... contemporary," he chuckles, setting his palms into the curve of your hips, hooking his thumbs in the loops of your jeans.

"Yeah, I think she has a thing for George Michael. We've been listening to it on repeat." Your stretch your arms over your head with a yawn.

"He is pretty cute," Jonathan teases.

"Yeah, well," you say with all the casualty of a partly cloudy Wednesday afternoon, "Not as cute as you."

He scoffs, sitting up with you still balanced in his lap. “Shut up,” he huffs.

“No!” You grin and lean in close, mumbling, “heartthrob,” in a kiss to his lips. When you pull back he stares softly into your eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“My shift ended at two so,” you say, “since then. Why? You tryin’ to send me home, Byers?”

“No,” he whispers, he wouldn’t dream of it, “No, I like that you’re here when I get home.”

You chuckle and drape your arm over his shoulder. “That’s very domestic of you.”

“God, I know”—he rolls his eyes, pressing his palms flat to your back and smiling coyly—“Wait ‘til uou hear how glad I am that everyone likes you so much. And that you like them, too. Even when they’re fucking crazy.”

You peck the corner of his mouth gently, willing a smile to creep across his face.

“I fit right in, don’t I?” you tease. But he doesn’t laugh, enamored by everything you say and do. His fingertips just graze your cheek and his eyes flick down to your mouth.

He sighs. “Like our missing puzzle piece.”

“Yeah,” you reason, “like the piece that gets knocked onto the floor to collect dust for ten years until someone's sweeping and randomly unwedges it from the floorboards only to realize it's from the puzzle they gave away last week.”

“No, more like,” he chuckles, “like the one stuck to the underside of the lid that you only find once youre putting the deconstructed puzzle away.”

You giggle, tilting your head back. Then you sigh, whipping your head back to stare into his eyes, foreheads pressed together.

“Maybe we’re all missing puzzle pieces,” he suggests. It’s whispered. Like it’s a secret and you two are the only ones who will ever know the truth.

You nod. “Oh, we definitely are. Five billion lonely little puzzle pieces waiting for our lost portrait.” Your fingers twirl a lock of his hair, and he holds back a splitting grin. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation sober.”

He cackles, holding your lower back as he leans slightly. “Wait,” he says, “you’re sober?” You smack his chest, chuckling when he hollers, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding, you're the only person worth getting high with anymore since Argyle's in Utah.”

You pout facetiously, sticking out your lower lip with your brows knitting. “Jonny! So romantic!”

“Yeah, yeah, natural as riding a bike,” he teases. You smile and lean in to kiss him, and he meets your lips sweetly. You pull away and peck the corner of his mouth then his cheek before your doe eyes flick up to his. Your mouth opens to say something, but Mike bursts into the room.

“Ew, gross, at least close the door if you’re going to suck face!”

You turn over your shoulder with a scowl. “You close the door, we’re obviously busy.”

“I don’t even know you!” Mike scoffs.

You hop up and jump to the door wildly, about to slam it just as you squint and say, “Then you’ve got a lot to learn, sonny.”

But before you can close it, Will peeks into the conversation and offers, “C’mon, let’s be diplomatic, people! Mom says come eat and watch Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Mister Kreugs again?” you say, “Yes, please!” You high-five Will, and he shuffles down the stairs. Mike and El follow. You turn back to see Jonathan lounging back on his bed, eyes closed and just barely smiling to himself.

“Coming, heartthrob?”

“Yeah,” he says, blinking awake, head lulling to gaze at you, “don’t wait up.”

But you run back anyway, grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet.

“Too bad,” you whisper, giving him a consolation kiss. You get him to the bottom of the stairs before he pulls you back against him right on the last step. He kisses you sweetly and with a smile.

Will shouts from the living room, “Okay, I’m usually pretty tolerant, but please no making out during horror night!”

You chuckle, still holding Jonathan’s hand with his arm lazily around your waist. “Okay, fine. Only because you asked nicely.”

You look back to find Jonathan already staring at you. It still makes you nervous or excited or something. He’s holding you so close, and you can’t help but kiss him one last time.

stranger things masterlist

[bookie-bookdust]

Hogwarts Legacy characters trying to break you out of detention (unhinged edition) 😈

Aw shucks!!!! Detention again. You can only push Hobhouse down the stairs so many times before the professors start believing him. Here's how your favs would try to break you out.

Sebastian Sallow: He's literally sitting next to you, babe. Why do you think you're here? Cellmates 4 lyfe <3<3<3

Ominis Gaunt: He's sleeping soundly knowing you're paying for your crimes, loser.

Poppy Sweeting: You're slowly nodding off at your desk. It's been hours and detention is nowhere near finished, and FUCKING HIGHWING KICKS IN THE DOOR AND POPPY IS RIDING HER. CAW CAW MOTHERFUCKER. LET'S FLY.

Garreth Weasley: He's actually busy in the hospital wing because he tested a new potion on himself, and for some reason he has feathers now. Idk either.

Natty Onai: Never showed up. Her mother foresaw the whole thing in a crystal ball or something idk.

Leander Prewett: Still stuck in the ceiling under the Levioso charm Hecate casted on the first day of school. No one's noticed.

Amit Thakkar: He stays up all night drafting the most eloquently worded letter to submit to the professors pleading your case. Except by the time he finishes it, you've already served your detention.

Anne Sallow: Literally has no idea who you are. You've met twice, and the second time you were assisting her brother with murder???

Professor Fig: This motherfucker don't care about you. He didn't know where you were half the time when you were out killing yourself. You think he knows you're in detention????

Deek: Deek thinks you should be proud of all the potions you've brewed. (I don't think he's capable of saying anything else tbh)

Bonus!!!

Solomon Sallow: He's dead. He can't help you (and wouldn't anyway)✨

okAY byE!!!!

[divinit3a]

so I started reading “Just Keep Playing Along” and the sentence “Aw-aw-aw shucks, I knew you h-had good taste, not justjust tasted g-good!” Made me double take.

I have the brainworms now and IM NOT CAUGHT UP READING BUT I THIS STORY IS SO SUSPENSEFUL AND SO ‼️‼️‼️ YUMMY???

Like I feel like this story is such a good meal. I am well fed. I’m on ch 6 rn, but I felt like I HAD!!! TO GET THIS OUT OF MY CHEST!!! YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!! YIPPEEE

hfhjgGDF ?!?!? HWUHEHE??? FHJSDFJ HFHHAHHEHE IM CACKLING ??? IM ON THE FLOOR ?? I DIDNAWT EXPECT THIS??? I am simply overjoyed that something i wrote would make ya wanna PICK UP THE (digital) PENCIL!!!!! HWUH!!! ohmygoshhh the designnss are soooo GOOD SO CUUUUTE WAH ;-;

THE EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTERS BEING CONVEYED THROUGH LIL HEARTS/STARS IM CRYING!!! THATS SO SWEET!!! SO FUNNY!!!!! glad to trip u up with the top 10 worst things to say to someone! not sure where this sentence ranks, but its competing for #1! ALWAYS Stay on ur toes, friend ^-^/ 💚🌈✨

th. the TIEEE!!! BUSINESS TIME!!! THIS IS A SERIOUS BUSINESS!! SNIFFLES SO CUUUTE I LOVE THE LIL YN FELLA TOOOOOOOO

how can u hand me art so adorable, yet full of evil.... (my favorite combo >:3 ) /silly

me rn (full of appreciation & MOTIVATION!!!! SILLINESS!!!!)

[orsis-academy]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Thank you so much for brightening our year with your wonderful Maulindi art 🖤❤️💚

Aww shucks! You're too sweet! Happy holidays to you too! 🫶🏽✨💖 Have a mini Maul and Kilindi:

I just realized that the way I color them is very Christmas coded, because of the green/red thing they've got going on lol

[darkfictionjude]

Congrats on 2000+ followers, Jude! You deserved it!

I baked your characters into cookies 🍪✨ thank you for creating this amazing IF!

Awww shucks ☺️

I love how Lorcan is the only one stressed hahaha

[ghost-bxrd]

I’ve been getting really into magical stuff recently and also DC so I’m just gonna drop this here:

Fae Dick Grayson

F A E

okay so fae stories are special to me because I grew up on hearing pagan folklore and fairytales about fae and fae adjacent creatures as good night stories so hooo boy yes I adore that trope! (I mean, I made Dick a Banshee in my fic Shuck so… hehe)

Anyway, Fae Dick Grayson! There’s just so many things you can do with it ✨

Robin appears from one day to the next, following in Batman’s shadow like a mischievous sprite, so honestly rumors have been going wild about him since day one. Robin actually being something non-human doesn’t really come as a surprise!

The fae folk are known for being awfully good at blending in with regular humans when they put their mind to it, the only thing that puts them apart (in most stories) is their otherworldly beauty, and Dick Grayson? Well, he’s definitely got that in abundance.

Just sometimes, when the light reflects off a surface in just the right way, when someone pours a glass of water and you happen to look right through the spray, or when you think you catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye and you spin around— but there’s only Dick Grayson, even if a second ago you could have sworn you saw eyes where there weren’t supposed to be any; colors that aren’t supposed to exist; feathers where only skin has any right to be.

And, gods, all the talking. Dick is terrifyingly good at talking to people without actually saying anything, to the point where you walk away from the conversation feeling utterly drained after spilling your entire life story but when you think back on it— you can’t remember him ever telling you anything about himself. You know there were the usual pleasantries of “hi” and “nice to meet you” and “how are you doing?” but anything beyond that just kinda… seemed to spill out of you? It’s very strange. It’s very unnerving. By the end of the evening you other convince yourself you’re overreacting or you simply push the incident out of your mind altogether.

And there’s another thing about Dick. His name.

He only ever introduces himself as Dick Grayson/Robin. Never Richard. Never. Especially not Richard John. Names are sacred for the fae folk, names have power, so while Richard John Grayson may not be Dick’s true name, he treats it as such to honor his parents. None are allowed to use it. None except Bruce or Alfred on special occasion.

Of course, Dick’s “true” name isn’t exactly a secret so when someone does happen to use it… well, Dick may be… other… but he’s still intrinsically good in a way many of his kind don’t have the patience to be. Dick judges on a case by case basis, just like his parents and Bruce taught him. And usually people do not mean it maliciously when they use his name so he kindly corrects them and that’s that. But oh man, if they still insist on calling him “Richard”? Well..

“Oh no, it seems your credit card is being declined, sir!”

“Sheesh, you tripped over a root? In Gotham?!”

“What do you mean ten birds flew into your window last night? You live on floor level!”

“Dude I’m telling you that rash doesn’t look normal.”

“I… don’t think crows are supposed to follow you like that.”

It’s little things (most of the time, unless you really pissed Dick off) but they keep piling up, slowly driving you insane. You feel like you’re being watched, but it’s just a bird sitting on the window sill again. You feel like someone moved all your furniture just slightly to the right even tho you checked all the cameras.

The fae are kind, but they are also vindictive when crossed.

(Thanks to Bruce, however, I think Dick’s bouts of “vengeance” rarely go much farther than that though.)

Dang ok that ended up being an entire rant… wow. Anyway, yeah. Fae.

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