#i actually did 24 drawings in 24 days

[catocappuccino]

He got a sweater WITH A DOG ON IT?! So happy and joyous

[daily-xisuma]

[025] I memorized the enochian characters for use as a cipher :-)

[oikarma]

love in the air

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you.

a/n: thank you to anon for the request i had no idea they were dating LOL this was so fluffy

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@/landossluttywaist I CANT BREATHE LANDO WAS AT THE SAME HOTEL AS ME

user1 you rich rich, then

user2 she probably gets paddock passes for doing her chores user3 guys why are we hating on this girl let her be excited 😭 i would be too

user4 what hotel is it?

landossluttywaist he's gone now (this was as he was leaving) but it was the four seasons in philly

user5 thanks for respecting his privacy and not posting until he left!

landossluttywaist lol i love him but at the end of the day he's just a human who doesn't need people hounding him 24/7

user6 but what is he even there for??? philadelphia??? there's ltr nothing interesting there...

user7 idk bradley cooper is the best thing to come out of that town user7 omg and also they won the super bowl user7 but that was a long time ago user8 maybe he's just an eagles fan

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gigihadid My darling B, what a wonderful thing it is that we found each other. I can't believe we're now married — I'm still smiling, because such happiness carries on for a long time. You are so kind, so sweet, so caring, so utterly magical. I am beyond lucky to have you. Your belief in me makes me who I am today and who I will be. This new chapter will be a long life, full of laughter, full of a new family.

∞ Always, your G.

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yourinstagram i'm so happy for you and dad <33 you are an amazing person and you bring so much light to our family! your dress was gorgeous but even more so was you. hope you have a great time on your honeymoon

gigihadid I love you so much ;) Thanks for coming. There's so much love in the air!! 💐 yourinstagram hey, hey, we talked about this gigihadid I didn't make the rule user1 i love how well they go together user2 bro if my step-mom was gigi hadid. user3 wait wait wait did y/n catch the bouquet??? user4 omg

user5 actually radiant

bellahadid best wishes from your baby sister 💕

gigihadid ❤️❤️❤️ user6 do they know they're real user7 omg bella drop the fit i NEED to know what you wore cause gigi's dress is already blowing all my expectations out of water

user8 man if only bradley had insta

user9 this is how i find out bradley cooper and gigi hadid are dating whaaaaat

user10 me too girl me too

user11 why is this the only post with photos????? i need to see all of it

user12 maybe they agreed not to post until after a certain time or like gigi got to post first cause yk it's her wedding user13 bella posted!

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yourinstagram to the two of you 🥂

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user1 omg y/n paints?? did she do that?

yourinstagram yes 🙂‍↕️ i gave it to them as a sort of wedding gift! user1 aww that's so cute thanks for sharing with us <3 it's a beautiful drawing

user2 oh gosh that's such a beautiful place 🥺

user3 y/n were you at the bachelorette

yourinstagram hell yeah user4 we need the photos baddie yourinstagram maybe someday, lol

user5 wait where did they get married

user6 philly, the last pic is where they announced their engagement user5 ohhh no wonder

user7 lando you sly dog why are you in the likes

user8 well they're friends user9 dyt he went to the wedding user10 tbf wasn't he in philly a few days ago it's not crazy

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris was seen at the wedding of Gigi Hadid and Bradley Cooper.

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user1 I KNEW IT

user2 you guys are crazy 😭 how could you even tell those were him

user3 he's with YN IN ALL OF THEM

user4 where did these even come from

user5 isnt he dating magui??

user6 lando? user5 yeah user6 probably, but he and y/n are good friends user5 shit man they look good together user6 what do you mean these are all 120p quality

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f1gossipofficial Formula 1's YouTube account posted a full video of Y/N Cooper and Lando Norris on a Hot Lap.

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user1 why is this gossip it's literally just a video

user2 the way he looked at her and she started screaming at him 😭 poor guy just wanted some eye contact

user3 she's so precious but jesus the amount of swear words out of that girl's mouth user4 lando wasn't even shocked he was like well lol oops

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yourinstagram lucky

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user1 LANDOS LUCKY CHARM SPOTTED

mclaren might need to keep you around in the paddock more often

yourinstagram 😕 'fraid i have a job

user2 oh she knows shes hot

user3 someone tell her we're not in texas anymore

user4 who cares she served

lando photo credits where??

user5 stop being a pick me lando user6 yn is this man bothering you user7 he just needs everyone to know yourinstagram let me breathe lan i can't like all these comments trashing you fast enough user8 i love her already

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f1gossipofficial Lando Norris and Y/N L/N after the Las Vegas Grand Prix

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user1 shit? shit!

user2 "we're friends" NO YOURE DATING

user3 are we sure that's lando?? it looks like y/n but we can't see the guys face

user4 yeah idk there are plenty of brunettes out in vegas user5 def yn tho shes wearing the same top in her last insta post

user6 she's so glad rn bradley doesn't have insta lol

user7 is gigi going to rat her out??

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you spot him slouched against the side of the taco truck, curls flattened from sweat and his own hands. there's powdered sugar on his lips. his phone's in one hand, the other holding a half-eaten churro.

lando sees you and his face changes.

"you came," he says, voice a little hoarse. "finally."

you walk up, wobbly on your heels, heart all over the place. "yeah. i had to. you were being dramatic."

"i'm hard," he says instantly. "and i missed you."

you nearly trip. "lando."

he shrugs, eyes dragging down your body without shame. "look at you. fuck. that top's killing me."

you’re giggling before you can stop it. "you're drunk."

"so are you. and you kissed me."

"you kissed me first, okay?"

"you were straddling me. in the club."

you pause. "you asked me to sit in your lap. you liked it."

lando nods. "loved it, yeah."

you're both quiet for a second. he's watching your mouth and you're watching the way his chest moves when he breathes. his hoodie's sliding off one shoulder and your fingers twitch like they want to touch him.

"you're so pretty it's making me insane," lando says. "like i want to fuck you and cuddle you at the same time and i don't know what to do about it."

you're breathless. "jesus."

"don't call him." your noses almost touch. "call me."

you laugh into his neck. "you're ridiculous."

"you're glowing" lando mumbles, hands sliding down your sides. "like. actually glowing. i can't believe i've known you this long and didn't do something about it."

you tilt your head back. "do something now."

he kisses you like you're a prize he's earned, slow, filthy, so hungry it makes your knees weak. his hands are all over--waist, hips, ass, back under your top like he needs to feel skin now.

you break away, panting. "lando, we're at a taco truck."

"yeah," he says, mouth all over your jaw. "so hurry up and let's leave. before i do something i'll get arrested for."

you grin. "you're such a slut."

"only for you."

he laces your fingers together and starts walking backward toward the street, still staring at you like you're his first and last meal.

"wait," you say, dizzy from everything. "what about your churro?"

"don't need it," he says. "got something sweeter now."

[starsintheskyandtheeye]

Phantom Lane

Danny Phantom and Lois Lane are an under utilized combo.

One of Lane's sources in a story she was following comes to her with a tip that LexCorp has found a new, and steady source of kyrptonite. Well there's nothing else for her to do but to go the source, one Amity Park- smackdab in the middle of nowheresville.

"No Clark you have your own story and I don't need my partner with me 24/7. Go work on your mysterious expose on the lead levels in underprivileged metropolis neighborhoods."

Only when she finally gets there, after a very uncomfortable flight, in an actual plane for once, she's not a fan. She finds a very confusing situation.

LexCorp employees seem to be disguising themselves by dressing in white and pretending to be government employees, already a story. But they are using this "disguise" to abduct what look like ghosts?

"No Perry I'm not saying ghosts are real, what do you take me for, Clark? No, I'm saying that Superman is an alien so it's not such a reach that these beings are as well. And well, if they are ghosts, then I'm going to be the one to break the story that ghosts are REAL"

So she's going around interviewing the "concerned citizens, once a terrified town now a collection of people just trying to go about their day in this strange new normal." It makes a good line but really that is the vibe she gets. There's ghostly updates along with the weather (and a Fenton? driving update??) but most everyone seems to be fine with working around the occasional ghostly drama.

Her pizza is delivered in a bowl.

Her main sources end up being very convenient for her, at least in terms of location. It's important to be unbiased so she finds sources willing to talk to her with opinions across the spectrum. Including, two doctors Fenton - negative, one Danny Fenton (son of the doctors and without a named credit to protect privacy) - positive, one English teacher - neutral. Danny Fenton is also able to point her towards one Valerie Gray (no comment) who is able to get her in contact with the most commonly seen "ghost" in the town.

"Your name is Phantom correct? Is that how you would prefer to be addressed? A little on the nose considering your alleged ghostly nature, no?"

"So your claim is that Kryptonite is a byproduct of ectoplasm, something that makes sense when you believe in ghosts, which apparently I do now. Although I will need independent verification of course.

"But you're saying that when ectoplasm crystalizes it becomes what is commonly known as kryptonite, something that is famously toxic to Kryptonians. How exactly did these "Guys In White" come to learn and harvest this dangerous material. And less important but confusing to me personally, how can a material that has been proven to be sourced from astroids be supernatural in origin?

"Right, death of a planet imprinting on ectoplasm, no makes total sense."

She leaves Amity Park with enough material to write three separate articles, four bruised ribs from a particularly violent escape from alphabetically challenged weirdos, four new sources to draw upon for said articles, two new superhero contacts, and a new found respect for rectangular shapes.

She is going to get some scientists from Star Labs down here to get a tertiary verification and then she is going to write the biggest article since the introduction of Superman.

And Clark can be jealous since he may have gotten the Superman Saves Metropolis from Raging Wildfires story but she's going to take down a pseudo-government agency, announce the existence of ghosts, AND open up extraterrestrial relations all with one article.

Beat that sweetheart

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary 2025!

(edit in case anyone actually reads this, i messed up and put "i'm fine" in twice for day 25 and alt prompt, so either ignore that or you can use "do it" as an additional alt prompt)

these prompts came together through community submissions and then a voting form where people voted for their favorites, here are the top 53 prompts

i want to try a slightly new format where there are still only 15 days for creation prompts but with additional community prompts/questions. those are entirely voluntary but are here to possibly inspire some community interaction and trying new things

i'm excited to see some awesome creations in january!

go here for info/rules/tagging go here for faqs

(note: number 31 is not a creation prompt and therefore not required to complete the challenge, it's just colored black so the colors add up)

text version of the prompts and rules is under the cut

(image description note: there are 31 numbered prompts, on each odd number the text color is black and on even numbers the text color is white)

Whumpuary 2025

a whump-themed multi media creation event for january

create for at least one prompt from each odd/black number to complete the challenge community prompts (even/white) numbers are voluntary

main prompts

1. sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt" 2. how did you find the whump community? 3. choice | storm | black eye 4. what are your favorite whump tropes? 5. "do you trust me" | manhandled | chills 6. share your favorite whump creations (others or yours!) 7. unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming" 8. what media genre do you like whump in? 9. trapped under rubble | gunpoint | out of time 10. write your own whump prompt 11. "i didn't ask for this" | blood | abandoned 12. create something in a new/less familiar medium 13. close call | sleep | choking 14. what's your favorite character dynamic? 15. handcuffed | dead | "please, stop" 16. leave a comment on a whump fic/art/creation 17. drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge 18. favorite whump medium? (movie, book, art, ...) 19. "let them go" | overworked | head injury 20. send a nice message to someone in the community 21. bruises | "who are you?" | immortality 22. take 10 minutes to work on a wip 23. backhand slap | alone | "i can't do this anymore" 24. what do you take inspiration in? 25. "i'm fine" | missing | drowsiness 26. draw/doodle something whumpy 27. stuck in a loop | twisting the knife | rescue 28. find a creator in the #whumpuary tag and send them an ask 29. kidnapped | "don't leave me" | devotion 30. make a whump meme 31. say something nice about your own work

alt prompts

hiding impaled "i'm fine" rain betrayal hair pulling darkness falling (added later, not in the image: "do it")

rules & info

-any medium is allowed (art, writing, gifs, edits, ...) -prompts are open for interpretation (but the context does have to be whumpy) -create for at least one of three prompts on creation prompt days (black/odd numbers) to complete the challenge -if you're not aiming for completionist you can do however many prompts you want any way you want -community prompts (white/even numbers) are voluntary and don't count for completionist (but can be combined with creation prompts if applicable) -use alt prompts to replace main prompts you don't like some works posted on tumblr will be reblogged if tagged correctly -#whumpuary2025 -#whumpuaryno1 (number of the prompt(s)) -#sacrifice #head injury #"i'm fine" (the prompt(s) you're using) -any trigger/content warning tags -any additional tags (fandom, oc, other used tropes, ...)

[yeagurt2]

Can you leave? I'm changing.

— when you try that “can you leave? I’m changing” prank on your boyfriend and it backfires.

SATORU GOJO

You were bored. He was home. Which meant: prank time.

“Can you leave?” you said sweetly. “I’m changing.”

Satoru blinked from where he was flopped across your bed, arms behind his head, socks mismatched.

“...You’re what?”

“Changing.”

A pause.

“You mean changing outfits? The same tits I’ve motorboated? The same ass I’ve committed actual crimes against?”

You gave him a Look.

He raised a brow. “Baby. I’ve seen you naked crying. Naked throwing up. Naked trying to figure out why there’s glitter in your ass crack. But this is where we draw the line?”

“Gojo.”

“Oh, so it’s Gojo now.”

You pointed toward the door. “Out.”

He stood. Moved to the door. Smirked.

Then dropped his sweatpants and stood there fully hard. “Change this.”

You burst out laughing.

He didn’t. “No, seriously. If you’re gonna tease me, you better fix it.”

Spoiler: you didn’t finish changing for another thirty minutes.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO age 25, emotionally constipated, 1000% whipped

You were pulling the trend on him just for the reaction. Just to see what he’d say.

“Gumi, can you step out? I need to change.”

He blinked up from his book.

“…You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

He looked genuinely confused. “I’ve literally seen you naked six times this week.”

You raised a brow. “So you’re saying no?”

He slowly closed his book. Sat up straighter. “You’re serious?”

You nodded. Poker-faced.

He stood. Sighed. Walked to the door. Then turned back and muttered—

“…Don’t be weird about it later when you call me in to unzip something.”

You giggled. “You’ll come help?”

He scoffed, flushed pink. “You could say murder is legal now and I’d help. Idiot.”

You never posted the prank. But you did drag him back in shirtless five minutes later and let’s just say the clothes never made it on.

YUJI ITADORI age 24, sweet himbo, will cry for pussy

You: “Can you step out, babe? I’m changing.”

Yuji: 🧍‍♂️

Yuji: “...Like. Change clothes?”

You nodded.

He tilted his head like a confused golden retriever. “Why?”

You laughed. “I don’t want you to see.”

Now he really looked confused.

“But I’ve literally watched you get dressed like… every day.”

You smiled. “Just go.”

He stood slowly, a hand over his chest like he’d been emotionally stabbed. “I don’t get to watch anymore?”

“Not right now.”

He shuffled to the door like a kicked puppy, then turned around at the frame.

“...You still love me, right?”

“Yuji—”

“I’ll still hold your purse at Sephora if you don’t.”

You started laughing.

He beamed. “Knew it.”

Still got head that night for being so cute.

SUGURU GETO

You were in one of his oversized shirts, sleeves swallowing your hands, standing in front of your dresser.

“Can you step out, babe?” you asked sweetly. “I need to change.”

Suguru looked up from your desk chair where he was grading something—glasses on, hair half-up, looking criminally good.

“Change into what?”

“Something cute.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen every inch of you. Inside and out.”

“Still. Go.”

He tilted his head. “Why?”

“I don’t want you to see me.”

He stood. Crossed the room. Took your chin in his hand and tipped it up to look at him.

“You don’t want me to see the body I worship? The one I hold while you fall asleep? The one I dream about when we’re apart?”

You blinked.

He smiled. Softly. Then leaned down to whisper, “You don’t get to hide from the man who’s tasted every part of you.”

Then—kissed you. Soft at first. Then deeper.

By the time he pulled back, your shirt was halfway off, his hand already sliding down the back of your panties.

“You wanna change?” he murmured. “Let me help.”

You never got into your new outfit. But he did get into you.

KENTO NANAMI

“Babe,” you said, trying to sound serious, “can you step out for a second?”

Nanami looked up from the edge of your bed where he was quietly unbuttoning his cuffs, sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking like an HR-approved wet dream.

He blinked.

“Step out…?”

“I’m changing,” you said, turning your back to him, lifting your shirt just slightly so he could see the curve of your waist. “Privacy, please.”

He tilted his head, visibly processing.

“But you… let me eat you out on this very floor yesterday.”

You bit your lip to hide your grin. “Yeah, well. Today I want privacy.”

A long beat of silence.

Then, without a word, Nanami stood up, buttoned his cuffs back, and took a slow step toward the door—brows slightly raised, like he was playing along but deeply suspicious. As if you’d asked him to participate in some kind of ritual.

He reached the doorway. Turned halfway back.

You burst out laughing. “It was a prank.”

Nanami didn’t even flinch. “I figured.”

You giggled harder, flopping back on the bed. “You were really gonna leave?”

He stepped back inside, loosening his cuffs again. “I respect your privacy.”

You were still smiling when he leaned over you, one hand braced beside your head.

“And since we’re being honest,” he murmured, voice dipping low, “I’d prefer to help you undress next time.”

And he did. Slowly. Thoroughly. Because that’s just the kind of man he is.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

“Toji,” you said innocently. “Can you step out for a second? I need to change.”

He was shirtless, drinking cold brew straight from the bottle like he paid rent with chaos.

“Change what?”

“My clothes.”

He blinked once. “...You naked under that robe?”

“No?”

“So what the fuck are we changin’ for?”

You sighed. “I just—wanna be alone for a sec.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Since when?”

“Toji—”

He stalked forward. “You let me fuck you in front of a mirror while calling you my filthy little toy,” he said lowly, “you’ve come so hard you cried in my mouth. Now you want privacy?”

Your lips twitched.

He grinned. Slow. Dangerous.

“You want me out?” he asked, backing up toward the door. “Fine.”

He tossed his pants. Then his boxers.

Then stood there. Completely bare. Unapologetic.

But instead of leaving, he leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, cock heavy and hard.

“I’ll step out,” he said, licking his teeth. “But when I come back, I expect you naked, legs spread, and sayin’ please like you mean it.”

You burst out laughing. “It’s a prank.”

He shrugged. “Then it’s a good one. Now take the robe off, baby. Or I’ll tear it off myself.”

And you knew he meant it. Because he always, always made good on his threats.

[licorishh]

it is cody day, my dudes

"AAAAAHHHHHHH"

i feel positively evil for having missed it last year when everything actually matched up perfectly (2/2/24 if you're beyond confused) but i was flipping through tumblr while running errands earlier so i rushed home and spit this out (that is 100% what happened with no abridging whatsoever)

pardon the impromptu anatomy study but i did not feel like drawing all that top half armor nonsense and i needed the practice

[muted--dreamer]

apparently you folks really like truthlesssage, my last post got over 150 notes in less than 24 hours so that's awesome ^^

guess i'm lucky, for once the thing i'm fixated on drawing is something that'll do well

this was actually from a few days ago but since my last post did well i decided to post this too

[catssluvr]

dating nerdy/loser natalie scatorccio <3

⭑.ᐟ Straight up just obsessed with your existence, Nat’s blindly in love with you and would do anything to make you happy - probably loves you tons more than playing video games and that’s a compliment.

⭑.ᐟ Makes you watch all of her favorite movies, not so subtly looking over to catch your reactions to her favorite parts and also yapping about little details that no one else notices.

⭑.ᐟ Takes the gameboy she bought on second hand everywhere with her, pulling out in public whenever she’s on a line or even at school when she’s bored. She plays the games you find most interesting so you’re also entertained.

⭑.ᐟ Drags you to the arcade and makes you play the duo games with her, then plays the other ones while you sit close to her eating some snacks she got from a vending machine.

⭑.ᐟ Tank tops and pajama checkered pants are her go to outfit - not that you could ever complain. Also likes graphic tees with a long sleeved under them and sometimes the infamous leather jacket she wears just for you.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely tears up whenever you give her flowers or anything of the sort, mostly just overwhelmed with how nice she thinks you are to her.

“Baby, are you crying?”

“What- no! I just had hot cheetos and they were extra spicy.” Meanwhile pouting with trembling lips.

⭑.ᐟ Talking of pouting, it’s probably Nat’s top one reaction to you being mad at her. She’d never make you feel anger towards her on purpose so most of all it makes her panic right there. Tries to solve it as quickly as possible because all she wants is to see your frown dissolve into a sweet smile so she can finally hug your bones out.

⭑.ᐟ Loves to sleep in and will not let go of you until she’s fully ready to get up, nuzzling into your neck and practically whining when you make move to take off the covers.

⭑.ᐟ The biggest cuddle bug and particularly adores being the little spoon. Have her lay her head on your chest while playing with her hair and she’ll be purring like a cat in seconds.

⭑.ᐟ Is an absolute tease who wants your attention 24/7, will pinch your cheeks and arms until you finally look at her.

⭑.ᐟ This girl gets the zoomies randomly, giggling about stupid things and jumping on top of you to tickle your life out and cover your pretty face in wet & very sloppy pecks.

⭑.ᐟ Never having to be scared of her cheating cause realistically she’s a big loser who can barely talk to a girl without stuttering and wears shirts that say ‘i love my gf’ every other day.

⭑.ᐟ Is so freaking clumsy, keeps on hitting her toes on wall corners and breaking cups because she trips on literal air. It’s all worth it for her though because she gets to have you as her personal nurse, putting a band aid over where she’s hurt before placing a kiss over it.

⭑.ᐟ Paints your nails while you tell her about the latest gossip going on, listening attentively and gasping dramatically when she thinks something is particularly shocking.

“He did what!? :0”

⭑.ᐟ Genuinely leaves hickeys on you sometimes without even noticing. She’ll be kissing your neck without any second intentions and before she can stop herself there will be a whole bruise on it.

⭑.ᐟ Has a lego collection with spaceships from star wars and some geeky video games. Gets sooo giddy when you buy her new ones and prepares a whole date night for you to build it with her.

⭑.ᐟ When you’re sitting together in class she draws silly doodles on your notebook, making very bad drawings of both of you holding hands with hearts around you.

“Look, that’s us :)”

⭑.ᐟ Sometimes gets a bit insecure and doesn’t understand what you see in her, it’s hard to believe you actually love her for who she is. But once you call her over when you’re with your friends in public and literally show her off she knows there was never a reason to doubt it.

[d1onysusw1n3]

You know sasuke would’ve congratulated the girl for her determination. Always hitting on him, but not in the normal squealing girly way. No you were different. Lingering touches setting aflame in his stomach. Long sensual eye contact that made his jaw clench. Shit. He couldn’t handle it. The boy unconsciously developed a small crush on you, though he denied it as just a craving, the need to have his way with you, if you will.

And you, well of course you knew the boy was in kahoots for you. Your long black hair, your piercing red eyes, your tall thick legs. Shit you were above the normal curvy size in Japan. And one day after play flirting with the uchiha boy, you found out.

He’s a secret pervert.

I mean it makes sense. He seems cold, calculating, callous even. But he is a hormonal young man, and no matter what the brain says, the body may say differently. It seemed foreign to you, that the boy would be so innocent, at least in that way. He always had a trail of girls flocking over his deep dark looks. He reminded you of the strong smell of coffee beans in the mornings. Something you can’t quite shake until you’re out of the area.

Man was he captivating.

so you vowed to yourself, that you’d try cracking that small shell the uchiha locked himself in. The more your relentless flirting with the boy happened, smooth words as soft as silk. He melted like butter under your tongue. But he’d never admit that. When you joined his team, he was quick to stick himself to you. Though he brushed it off as, you being quite humorous at times, and annoying. He found comfort in you, especially since you acted like a certain hard headed blond he knew.

“Sasukeeeee” you trail on groaning his name whilst dramatically throwing yourself on his back.

“I’m tired carry me!!” You muse.

“…no.” Sasuke huffed. He acted annoyed by your childish antics. On the inside his stomach was roaring blazing flames, especially when your chest pressed up against his back like that.

You guys just finished a mission on gathering intel. The long walk home to the base was killing your feet. And you could tell he was getting tired as well. It was night fall and you all were still walking. Karin would sometimes throw nasty looks at you, knowing damn well every time you talked to sasuke, you would shamelessly flirt with him.

And boy could Karin talk on and on about you. How you use and pass around boys as if they were placed on this earth for your torment. How your strong and overbearingly funny personality draws people in. Your beautiful hour glass body and amazing looks. The way you captivate everyone’s gaze even when you mutter the smallest word. She couldn’t pin point how you did that. Maybe it was the curiosity of what lies behind the crossed out headband and you wore over your eyes due to your powerful kekkei Genkai.

She found you irritating and so attractive. And maybe that irritated her even more. Actually, it drove her crazy.

“Hey how about we stop here for some food!” Karin points to a small club with a bar and food, 24 hour service.

“We are not stopping in some, criminal club.” Sasuke sasses with a deeper frown. The boy has lost all patience, as if he had any in the first place.

“I say it’s worth a shot man, I’m starving” suigetsu claps a hand over sasukes back walking into the club with Karin. Sasuke sighs as he continues to walk home. He wasn’t expecting to hear your tall heels clacking with him. He turned his eyes to the side of him, finding you twirling one of your long hairs in your finger while aimlessly looking off into the darkness of the woods.

“You didn’t have to follow me, usually when they go out, isn’t that when you thirst over some new boy toy.” Sasuke almost spit that sentence out like hot venom. It aggravated him that you aren’t his and his only, but he wouldn’t make the first move. Because he has to get revenge. Though one of his goals were to restore his clan, so maybe.

The black eyed boy sighed shaking his head at the thought. Maybe in due time he would, but for now he has one goal.

“We’re here, finally” your pretty glossy lips pout as your shoulders drop in defeat. Man were you tired.

You both walk in taking off your robes hanging them on the rack in front of the door. You walk all the way to a lounge room. Sasuke himself sat down on the couch.

When you walked back in you seen sasuke plop down on the couch. He sighed as he sunk down in the soft pillows slowly spreading his legs open making himself comfortable. He had his head laying on the back of the couch with his eyes closed and arms crossed. He looked so ethereal. And peaceful.

You click and clack all the way over to him. Two drinks in your hand. You sit close to him, but just close enough for your knee to be touching his. Crossing your legs you offer him a drink. And he couldn’t help but to accept.

He’s not a usual drinker, as he is very anal about his body and what he puts in it. Even more about his environment and how it needs to be clean and organized.

“You uh, did good today.”

You raised you eyebrows at the man next to you. Surprised he was starting conversation.

“Well you’re not that bad yourself, captain.” You clink your glass against his. He had hard liquor in his glass. As you, the princess fixed yourself a margarita with sugar around the rim, not salt. And a cute little lime on the edge.

GOD it drove him crazy. you were just so strong and you always know what you want. Your upbeat and childish attitude makes him go crazy because he wants to hate it. But he can’t help but to smile or even chuckle under his breath at the things you do. You balanced him out perfectly.

And that nickname. You started calling him captain. he can’t help but to feel a spark down his spine.

“Mm” sasuke grumbled his eyes low and breath heavy. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe the alcohol and the fact he’s a lightweight. But he felt bold tonight. Especially since he knew the other guys would be out till three in the morning. It happens every time.

He turns to you as you finish the rest of your drink slowly licking some of the sweet sugar off the rim of your glass. He couldn’t help but to reach out wrapping a small delicate grip on your wrist, throwing a lazy arm around ur hips. He leans in, and moving real close to your face.

Though he smirks as he goes in to lick the rest of the sugar on ur margarita glass. Rolling your eyes you chuckle pushing him back to lay in the cushions again.

“You jerk.” You stick your tongue out at him. He smirks at you, a devilish one, and it only meant no good.

“You know you love it, shush” he quipped back licking his lips. His arm was still around your hips loosely from when he leaned in, and he wasn’t moving any time soon.

“So what’s with the knew and improved sasuke.” You question his weird attitude. He just shrugs it off shaking his head.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, princess.”

you have never felt such a need to jump this man’s bones this strong until now.

“Princess huh? Cheeky for such a stone face like yourself.” You lean in tilting your head to the side.

“Something about you makes me go crazy. What can I say”

He sits up directing you to get up and sit in his lap. You both throw flirty remarks back and fourth, slowly teasing eachother, a silent game of ‘who will cave first’

He would drag his big calloused hands up and down your figure. Anywhere he can touch. Up your thighs, squeezing your hips, up your torso, slotting his thumbs just under the cuff of your boob.

And you yourself were no angel. As you threw your arms around his neck combing through the back of his hairs, trailing your hands down his broad chest and abs.

You got a little cheeky and decided to snake your hands to his zipper undoing it. You slowly trail a finger over all his detailed abs, and finally his V-line.

Fuck that sent him off the edge, he leans in hiding his warm face in your neck groaning at the feeling in his chest as his dick throbbed against his cloths.

“You okay? Captain.” He realized he could never win at this game. He was new to it, you’ve been in this court way longer.

“Your driving me crazy princess” sasuke huffs pressing a wet kiss to the curve of your jaw.

and he wanted to treat you like a princess. He would give you whatever you needed right here if you asked for it.

“Then do something about it.” You challenged him. Testing the waters to see if he’d actually ever would make a move on you. Bitting your lip in anticipation, your thighs rubbed up against eachother in desperate need of attention. An aching need in your core that was heating up by the second, and he was the only man that could scorch out its warm flames.

He didn’t waste anytime taking his hand and grabbing your jaw with it. Making you look right at him. If it was anyone else you would fuck them into a storm. But it was him.

And you wanted nothing but for him to throw you around like a rag doll, for him to destroy you inside out.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you as if you’d disappear into dust. He held such a hunger for you in his stomach it felt like he was soaring once your lips were against his. He wasn’t a romantic, he found himself afraid of intimacy ever since his brother went rogue. Though he ignored every warning sign in his body for you. Shit he’s felt this way for other woman, but his mind always told him no. But you, he could tell his princess no? Tha’d just be cruel, and all he wants is to please you.

He starts trailing sloppy hungry kisses down your jaw sucking and biting in any skin he touches. You were going to be covered in blue and purple welts by the time he was done with you, so everyone knew that you were his, and nobody else’s.

“Fuck, I need you, please captain.” You look up at him through those pretty eyelashes. He couldn’t resist. He smoothly lays you down in the couch in the middle of the hideout. If any of them were to walk in they would see such a sight.

You fully clothed as the uchiha had discarded his shirt a while ago only in the bottom parts of his clothes. His clothed dick pressed firmly against your soaking pussy, rocking back and fourth in desperate need of any friction. Everything about it was so fucking hot to you. The fact that you both could get caught in a heartbeat, such a lude and dirty scene.

The uchiha takes his time. Even though his body was aching to ruin you. He wanted to tease you. Get a little bit of payback from all those nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of you. Slowly he takes off your clothes, one by one. Sliding his hands up your abdomen to your round perky tits. Taking a handful as he plays with your nipple, slowly teasing his thumb over them.

You arch your back up against him in need.

“Please I need you so bad, ruin me, please, please.”

Fuck the way you begged just set a fire within him. It pleased him. Something so sadistic as feeling in control for once in his life. Wether he chooses to pleasure you or to leave you soaking wet of what if’s.

“As you wish” he hums slowly ducking his head between your thighs. He’s never ate a woman out before, but since it’s you, he wants to try everything he could.

Slowly he drags his tongue up and down the slot of your pussy, giving extra attention to your throbbing clit. He couldn’t contain in excitement and dove right into you, eating you like you were his favorite meal and he was a malnourished man. Drinking in your very soul, he would never imagine that giving your pleasure would turn him in so much.

You snake your hands through his thick black hair, slightly tugging and pulling at him as you grind your hips up into his nose. He didn’t mind it, he just wanted to make you see stars. He slowly stretched you out with one of his thick fingers your tight pissy clenching a vice grip around him as he drags his thick length in and out of you, even curling his finger to massage your g spot. You felt like your body was ascending, you don’t think you have ever experienced such a feeling.

“Mm fuck, yes, s-sasuke!” You were loud, your scandalous and pornographic moans rang loud throughout the base. You wrap ur legs around his head, your orgasm finally crashing in wonderful full waves. Your body jerked with electricity as your core pulsed around his thick fingers. You couldn’t help but to wail, your eyes rolling so far behind your head you’re pretty sure you could see your own brain.

“Fuck, holy shit.” You gasp. Slowly your orgasm calms but that, that was magic. He pulls out his thick cock, pulsing with a small coat of precum on his red and bothered tip. He takes it, dragging it up and down ur pussy. That first orgasm was just a taste and you wanted so much more.

He slides in slowly inch by inch until he bottoms out. And if this man wasn’t pussy whipped from just one stroke, then he could’ve fooled you. Because once he was fully in the most throaty guttural moan escaped from his chest. Shit it was so enticing.

“Princess you keep squeezing so tight around me I’m, mn, not gonna make it long.” He paints and whines. You couldn’t help it. The once cold and rude sasuke thrusting deep into you slowly grinding against your g spot. It was a fever dream.

He pulls out slowly dragging back in. Throwing his head back his mouth gaped and brows furrowed his gut burned as he picked up the pace. Soon enough your moans were both tangled in each other. He was fucking the life out of you, deep and fast strokes that never faltered once. His stamina was out of the world, all that training really did a number on him.

He noticed the way you arched your back, the way your tits bounced with every rough stroke he delivered to your core,feeling like ecstasy. He pulled out quickly filling you to ur stomach. He hadn’t even pushed himself in again, yet you were already moaning, your ass up in the air as he forced your head down into the pillows. When he slides in you curl, arching your back against him. He reached a deep part in your pussy, one that you didn’t even think it was possible to reach, he felt it, the way your pussy was wrapped around his cock, suffocating him in the best way possible.

“Mhm, so fucking tight for me, all this for me, you feel so good around me.” He whimpers as you clench around him again. All of his filthy words giving you fuel.

You feel the edge of your orgasm teasing you just building and building waiting for it to crash. Sasuke pulls you up. Your back pressed to his chest. He starts fucking you at an inhumane speed, he was so deep in you, swear you could feel a bulge in your tummy every time he would brutally thrust into you.

“Fuck, almost, hah, gonna cum.” Sasuke manages to huff out. “Cmon princess, cum around my cock.”

As if he said the magic words himself. Your orgasm finally crashed, you lest put a throaty moan. Clenching down so hard on his poor dick he felt like it would explode.

“P-Pull out.” You tremble out as you feel his cock pulse. “C-Can’t I’m sorry!” Sasuke whines pulling you down onto his cock as he pumps a deep load into you, painting your walls white. Your mouth opens as you panic about the next nine months.

(I’m sorry he would have weak ass pullout game!!)

“Fuck I’m sorry-“ sasuke mind renders blank as he starts to panic I himself, he can’t have a child yet, he still hasn’t accomplished what he dedicated his whole life too.

“Sasuke calm down. We’ll figure it out, I know a baby is not the first thing on ur mind so, if push comes to shove I’ll raise it until you are ready.” You reassure him turning around to look at his reaction.

“No. I’ll be there I promise, I just, itachi.” Sasuke sighs and he sits nav on the couch. I play with his bands twirling then around my hand. Just because I was board, what I didn’t expect was for him to gently grab my hand, placing a chaste kiss to the back of it.

“If it’s a girl, I want to name her sarada.” He stated with the smallest smile. A genuine one.

“Sarada will do captain.” I smirk kissing him in the cheek.

“Hey! Thar was my feet’s you stepped on, you! You! Aw shit, what’s the uh words, inspection! No uh that ain’t rigfth, uh, IMBECILE YES! HAHAAA!!”

We heard a drunk jugo yell at the front door. Me and sasuke both jump up scrambling our clothes, as soon as we picked everything up he started to run to his room. And I would’ve ran to mine, but thanks to him my legs gave out.

“Sasuke!” I whisper yell to him as my legs shake in place. He runs back over in just enough time to throw me over his shoulders and run off to his room again. Due to the drunk idiots outside the door, they didn’t notice a thing, and It took five minutes for suigetsu to realize the small metal keychain in the shape of a oval wasn’t the key.

“Homeeee!!” Karin yells whilst jumping face down ong the couch.

Meanwhile:

“You okay there?” Sasuke smirks as pride welled up in his chest. After all the side flings you’ve had, you always come back bored or unsatisfied. Well the image of you naked on his bed as your legs shake like an earth quake, you can say was a good moment for him.

“Shuaddup” you huffed rolling yourself under his covers closing your eyes to sleep. He sneaks under, grabbing ur waist while pulling you to his chest. “Your mine now, got it?” He mumbled to the back of your head. “Yes Captain.” You mumble back falling into a dreamless sleep.

[eleu22]

just some random task force 141 headcanons

tw: drugs, dead baby jokes?

gaz

- has been approached by model scouts on nights out with the 141 and is so gassed by it but pretends not to be

- got holding onto his tactical vest straps from price because he thought it looked cool

- popular as fuck in school

- side eye king (canon)

- used to do ket when he was younger and is now paranoid price will find out somehow and be disappointed in him

- highlights during briefings and soap calls him a neek

- deleted tiktok because he got addicted to those ingrown hair removal videos

- borderline illegible handwriting

- type to laugh when hes really mad (its lowkey scary)

- has once described himself as a “thought daughter”

- paces when hes stressed

- terrys chocolate orange enjoyer

- tried to grow out a beard but it was weird and kind of patchy

soap

- will be looking at a nice view and will always say how a huge explosion would make it look so much cooler

- does that thing where he tells you to straighten your legs and then kicks the back of your knee

- cannot stay still in his sleep and has once woken up with half is body off the bed horizontally

- has a comic book collection and if you touch it he will kick you out

- goes to life drawing classes sometimes in his free time

- all of his exam papers had doodles on them

- the type of guy to draw a penis in ur notebook

- all of his socks have holes in them but refuses to buy new ones, some are literally the concept of a sock at this point

- smells his armpits unabashedly to see if he smells or not

- will ask to tell you a secret and burp in your ear

- when someone drops like a plate or a cup is the type to scream “wheey!!” and clap and he did that at a pub once and got them kicked out

- will make a fart noise and loudly blame it on you (especially in packed elevators)

-booger flicker

ghost

- makes zero noise when sneezing but still acts it out and he looks like hes bugging

- nose bridge pincher

- doesn’t clip off his fingernails he literally just bites them off and spits it into the bin

- type to say “well done.” sarcastically

- casual dead baby joke enjoyer

“how many babies does it take to paint a wall?”

“depends on how hard you throw them.”

(silence)

- really enjoys solitaire mobile is on level 177

- he once made a recruit run laps for microwaving tea

- off duty he has terrible posture

- chapped lips 24/7

- favourite takeout is chinese food and always get the vegetable spring rolls - he will buy takeout in bulk and then live off of leftovers instead of actually buying groceries

- has 3 forks one knife and one spoon

- has literally no sense of rhythm what so ever , cannot dance to save his life

- loves making social situations awkward in purpose but would never admit that so he just comes off as slightly off putting a lot of the time

price

- sneezes and coughs ridiculously loudly

- weirdly territorial about his hat (i find it so funny he has a waterproof version of it)

- has a weird mole on his back he refuses to get checked out - his reasoning is if he dies via mole it was natural selection

- has extensive knowledge on art history and hates conceptual art (has a tate membership card)

- licks his finger before turning a page

- casual moomin enjoyer

- cuts his cuticles - likes his maintenance has a beard grooming kit

- says he doesnt watch tiktoks but he watches tiktok dog video complications in youtube and they have the most npc ass audios

- is on the “cigar society” on facebook and gives reviews for them

- does the head tilt of disappointment (if its thrown at gaz he literally will not get over it for days)

- slaps his knee when laughing really hard

- also nose bridge pincher

- is the type of make those hiking comments to people who walk by

- really enjoyed the lego batman movie

- unabashedly itches himself

- takes fish oil supplements

- always puts his hand up to say thank you when cars stop for him

- flirts with baristas

- had a brief midlife crisis where he wanted to become a mystery novelist (still has the drafts hidden somewhere but you couldn’t waterboard that information out of him)

thank you

[vonbabbitt]

hiroaki too. i think this is the last one i have from pink

hiroaki loredrop tw for hiroaki things

HIROAKI!! hiroaki was born in tokyo, specifically in the shibuya area, so hes always been living in a very urbanized and busy environment. he was a fairly normal and actually surprisingly boring child, but also very independent and didnt rely on his parents for some of the more basic parts of his life like getting to school and taking care of his needs and such. his parents were fine and he got along with them fine for the most part but he wasnt super close with them or anything. mostly co-existent! regardless: growing up in shibuya meant that he was around a lot of very interesting fashion that he was completely fascinated with. he eventually got into the habit of bringing a notebook with him when he took the bus to school every day and doodling any particularly interesting outfits he saw. this eventually bled into designing his OWN unique outfits during class instead of paying attention!! BECAUSE…..

HIROAKI GREW UP WITH VERY UNCHECKED ADHD. he was a super flighty child and didnt really pay attention in class because he just couldnt focus that well, especially if the topic wasnt super interesting for him. he did a lot of drawing and a lot of socializing, so those are the two things he ended up developing the most skill in. that said, he would get in trouble a lot for not paying attention in class and his grades were not fantastic, which upset his parents and had them nagging him fairly constantly to study and have better grades and pay more attention etc. etc. when really they maybe should have just gotten their son tested. anyway hiroaki persists with his not paying attention and his parents persist with their being very disapproving of his academic career!

hiroakis parents are not particularly invested in hiroakis interests at this point. they dont really care about fashion or his designs or any of that and would really prefer he just focus on school, so they dont really get invested in anything else he does. hiroaki is used to this from them - him and his parents are just not the same types of people at all so he never really tries to click with them - but regardless he continues drawing CONSTANTLY. hes just pumping out designs 24/7 because he loves it and hes passionate about it and its one of the only things that can hold his focus for a super extended period of time.

when hiroaki hits age eleven he decides its time to start realizing this hobby a bit further and he learns how to properly make a pattern and sew! this opens a WHOLE NEW WORLD for him. it blows his mind that he can make his drawings real. so now instead of just drawing all the time, hes constantly doing odd jobs around his neighbourhood to get enough money to buy new supplies and continue making outfits for himself. nothing else really matters at this point because he is fully invested and having a blast. grades continue to slip and his parents are not jazzed about it! when he hits middle school, his parents get a bit stricter. he needs to study, he needs to bring his grades up, no exception, no argument. so he loses some of his free time privileges because his parents are doubling down hard on making him study. he is PISSED about this and it drives a bit of a rift between him and his parents. hiroaki is a kid with very big dreams!! he wants to go into fashion and see other people wearing the things he designs!! he wants to make people feel confident in themselves!! his parents want him to have a more standard career that he'll actually be able to rely on. it is a conflict of interest. regardless back to the point: hiroaki is focused on academics for the time being and he is NOT HAPPY ABOUT IT.

key point: hiroaki's academic problems are only due in part to his obsession with fashion. the other part is, again, he has very unchecked ADHD! so he struggles HARD in the standard school environment and by thirteen hes in serious serious desperation for something that can help him. he does not understand whats wrong but he knows that he needs to be fixed so he starts looking for solutions. eventually this leads him to falling in with a bad crowd who insist that he can self-medicate with opioids and itll calm him down. hes thirteen and hes stupid and theyre all stupid because they are kids. regardless, he starts taking pretty low-level opioids and sees some success! hiroakis addictive personality kicks in and by the time hes fourteen hes a full blown opioid addict. needs them to do literally anything at this point. his parents are aware and concerned but also his grades are turning around so theyre not really sure how to react.

the OTHER thing that happened when hiroaki turned fourteen: his designs started BLOWING UP. by this point hes posting things online and people are LIKING IT. they start wanting to buy and he starts going full steam ahead on production. now his grades are slipping back down. parents are mad again! tension between hiroaki and his parents continues to build and his relationship with them continues to be not great. he doesnt really care: hes been independent his entire life and its paying off, so why should be bother paying attention to them now? he goes full force on building his brand and it pays off - soon the novelty of a kid his age being as talented as he is starts carrying him UP. hes getting interviews, hes getting invited to events, hes big news. hiroaki, very socially aware but also kind of a loner, does not know what to do with all this newfound fame and falls in pretty deep with his vices. hes hanging out with cool and popular people that do not have his best interest in mind. hes smoking because he thinks it looks cool because hes fifteen. he’s down a bad path.

this bad path culminates in hiroakis drug addiction getting a LOT worse. hes gone from opioids to help with focus to heroin to help him not have a complete panic attack at the massive amount of social pressure on his shoulders. while hes making a shit ton of money pumping out designs, he’s losing money FAST because he is BLOWING it on drugs. his friends think he’s cool and his parents don’t really notice so this goes pretty much unchecked, if not actually encouraged! eventually he’s doing so much heroin on a daily basis that he is not getting anything else done and he has a bit of a mental health spiral from here. his life is gonna fall apart and he knows it and he’s terrified. but as always, he is hiroaki nakamigawa and he is a lone wolf and he can handle this on his own! except no he cant and while he eventually gets himself on a much lesser dosage rate and focuses himself on art again, he still has a serious addiction to opioids and heroin. he doesnt really see it as an issue anymore because its not super obvious to the outside world and its not preventing him from designing, so its probably fine! everything is good and fine! except everything is not good and fine. the good and fine things: he is rich, he is successful, he is famous, he is doing everything he loves and he is living big in tokyo. the not fine: he is extremely anxious, missing any real connection in his life, very depressed and addicted to drugs! he is also SIXTEEN YEARS OLD so this whole lifestyle is a massive massive amount of pressure. hes a bit of an asshole but in his shoes its somewhat unavoidable. hes a dumb kid.

so age seventeen: hiroaki on an island of his own. same as always. hes finally not in debt anymore but hes on and off drugs about 90% of the time and has no real relationship with his parents anymore. the only things he cares about are the things that can give him something in return: his fame, his work, his drugs, his shitty friends. he makes a few attempts to turn his personal life around but ultimately deems it unnecessary because hes popular and rich so what could he be upset about? at this point in his life it’s easier to just repress. so he does! and then the killing game starts

[targaryenluvs]

— THUNDERSTRUCK!

pairings: luke castellan x daughterofzeus!reader, percy jackson x fem!reader (platonic & half-siblings)

summary: the one where percy’s babysitter ends up at camp with him, and may or may not be the child of a certain stormy man as well as falling in love with a thief (of her heart & other things).

warnings: fluff, percy takes on the brotherly role, protective perce, flirting, violence, protective reader over percy, possessive luke thoughts, kisses, makeoutish, timegap

wordcount: 4.2k (i went crazy)

a/n: i think i’ve seen this film before— (thalia wya) since a lot of people love protective percy/persassy! hope you like it!! i listened to it whilst making it sooooo i recommend!

taglist: @apollos-calliope @purplerose291 @loveyava @ohh-to-be-rich-and-pretty @iluvthemoonandthestars @chr1sgirl4life @liv1104 @fairycheol @coryoskywalker@perseus-jackass @hottiewifeyyyy @lizheartsyou @repostingmyfavs @lovelyforesst

you and percy had experienced so much in the last days, now at a random camp, that had been scarcely explained to you by sally and grover as the four of you made your way to camp.

beforehand, you’d been finishing up on your last school assignment when a knock on your door drew you from your laptop, then percy barged his way into your apartment soaking wet. “oh! okay what the hell? percy aren’t you freezing? what’re you doing here?” you’d since placed your laptop on the coffee table, jogging over to the door as percy smiled up at you, “montauk baby!”

you laughed, “montauk?” he nodded as you grinned, “i’ll be down in five, you are so lucky my flatmates aren’t here they’d make you scrub the wet floors.” once you were out of view, percy made it a point to shake his body and hair, droplets of water dispersing around the apartment. he hated your flatmates, two annoying boys who loved to stare at you. luckily you were too busy hauling ass with your backpack and gym bag, stuffed full of clothes and snacks.

sally greeted you with a smile, a hug and a kiss on the forehead, “how are you sweetheart?” your smile was practically blinding, “very excited, let’s hit the road!”

you’d already begun to tune out whilst sally explained, godly parentage and all. but not out of spite or confusion, only sadness. one of your parents weren’t actually your parent. whilst it seemed that your father was the obvious candidate, goddesses did exist as well. percy had never really been with his father let alone grown up with him for 18 years, so it was different for him than it was for you.

as if that wasn’t enough, grover being split in half as a goat had you rubbing your eyes, hoping for a different outcome when you opened them again, sorely disappointed when greeted with hooves and fur.

but nothing could have prepared you for watching sally’s demise. having had a hand in raising you, loving and shaping you into the amazing woman you were now, and now she was dust. snapping back into the moment a tad late, the sight of percy fighting the beast caused your heart to beat a thousand miles quicker.

“perce!” you’d tried to aid him, pulled back by grover, whom you’d recently learned was actually 24. in another, less serious moment, maybe you would’ve listened to your elder and his pleas for you not to interfere. your feet carried you to percy and the minotaur, grabbing a nearby rock you threw it as a distraction, momentarily drawing its attention. percy then stabbed it with its own horn, reducing it to dust as he fell down and you held him.

“please, please stay awake. stay with me perce.” you clutched onto him, but your pleas went unheard as grover’s did with you. his eyes fluttered to a close, but not before you heard him whisper, “mom?” your heart clenched at the misunderstanding.

you stuck by him the whole time, when chiron and the others found you, whilst he was in the infirmary, you stayed by his side. when grover promised you that he’d be there for percy, and urged you to eat and take a walk, you relented.

the dark haired boy had his head down whilst walking, in his head he’d been contemplating whether or not he wanted to visit the newcomers. which he did either way. he ran right into you, as you met the ground and he profusely apologised, “i’m so sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was— going.” it was rare for luke castellan to be at a loss for words, but as he met your eye he didn’t care. you were undeniably gorgeous, messy y/h/c hair, sweet yet drained eyes, and a small smile drawn on your lips.

“you’re… so fine. like, as in— you’re okay. it’s okay, we both didn’t watch ourselves. not that i’m blaming you! just—,” you breathed out as he grinned, “i’m luke… castellan, head counsellor of hermes cabin.” you giggled as he scratched the back of his head, “i could’ve left off the last part huh?” he didn’t want to come off as bragging, but it did seem like he was. you scrunched your nose and eyes, “yeah, probably.”

he lent his arm to you, hauling you up. “i know my name, you know my name, you know your name. seems like i’m the odd one out.” luke grinned as you laughed, the two of you found it easy to talk to one another, “i’ll tell you, when you’ve earned it.” shrugging your shoulders, you turned on your heel heading for the infirmary.

luke stood behind and watched, his voice was distant but still loud enough for you, “what do i have to do to earn it?” you shook your head, quickly turning back to him to shout out, “if i tell you, then you won’t chase after me will you?” your smile was imprinted in luke’s head, he only wanted to see it more often, you more often. and he sure as hell wasn’t above a chase.

the rest of the day was spent settling you and percy in. once he’d awoken, he immediately asked after his mother, but of course that wasn’t possible.

your presence was the only thing that percy knew, helping him calm down. the two of you were completely new in a place where the people around you seemed to have been at forever. and whilst you’d barely talked the people around you, they all spoke about the pair of you.

your journey had seemed to reach the ears of all the campers, including a certain ares girl.

clarisse whole heartedly believed percy to have lied about his encounter with the minotaur, for whatever reason. you’d found that out when luke was taking percy on a tour, whilst you’d been talking to chiron about settling percy in.

on your way back you’d noticed her talking to him.

“you want attention around here dummy? better be ready for it when it comes.” she snickered as percy stumbled backwards, but not before you steadied him from behind. “you okay perce?” he nodded whilst you surveyed him for any injuries, once you’d deemed him to be okay, you pushed him behind you.

percy’s troubled past was not foreign to you, teasing and bullies and expulsions galore. you’d never held it against him, percy was your brother, and you knew who he was. he was kind, and funny, a joke up his sleeve at all times, wide eyed and curious of his surroundings, fiercely loyal and friendly to those he loved. at times his mouth got him in trouble, but at the end of the day, he was always your perce. the one who’d always ditch school to take care of you when you were sick, the one who glared and protected you against your roommates, the same perce who puked for hours when sally and you had indulged him in blue foods for his birthday. he was your brother, you couldn’t protect him at times, but you’d be damned if you let it happen right infront of you.

“he’s twelve, twelve years old. how old are you? you might think it’s hilarious to bully new kids around, but i sure as hell don’t. stay away from him.” clarisse scoffed, crossing her arms, “i don’t like liars, he is a liar. and so are you. admit you faked the minotaur killing.” it was your turn to scoff, “it happened, why the hell would we lie about it? get over yourself honestly, are we continuing the tour or what?” luke clicked his tongue, “see you around clarisse.”

he could tell you weren’t in the best mood so he took it upon himself to make you smile, “how much do you want to bet he ends up poking someone’s eye out?” you and luke stood side by side as percy adjusted his protective glasses, attempting to weld. “how much do you want to bet he starts a fire?”

as the three of you ran out your laughs mixed in with luke, “pay up!” percy scrunched his eyebrows, “you bet on me? that’s rude.” you ruffled his hair as he swatted your hand away, “as if you could do any better Y/N.” luke smiled at the slip of your name whilst you groaned, “guess i didn’t have to earn it.” luke whispered into your ear. percy didnt like the close proximity, so he injected himself in between you two.

the rest of the day was spent trying to find what percy was good at, and then laughing at his failed attempts. then percy being annoyed at you and luke.

you’d stuck by percy’s side the whole day to which he protested, “i can be alone for a minute yknow?” the two of you were currently walking back from dinner, “okay, one, two—,” he threw his head back and groaned, “you know what i mean.” your hand rested on percy’s shoulder, “i’ll give you some time okay? just make sure you get back to the cabin before curfew, i think it’s going to rain.” percy nodded, walking off to wherever.

but you weren’t alone for long.

“so, how’d i do?” luke took up the space percy had occupied moments ago, “what do you mean?” he walked infront of you before turning around, “did i earn it? your name?” the smile on your face was hard to fight as you averted your gaze to ground, face beginning to heat up at his smile, “i’d say yes, but percy told you my name anyways. but you did also earn something else.”

“and what’s that?”

“my company.”

luke liked the idea of that, “well then, i’ll do my best to deserve it. do you want to take a walk with me?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “isn’t curfew soon?” his hand was outstretched towards you, reminiscent of your first meeting, “lucky for you, i’m somewhat above the average camper.”

and so you took his hand, time and along the way his breath. just looking at you was enough to make him happy, the bitterness buried deep as he listened in for your laugh. admiring you in the moonlight, committing your face to memory.

your stomach hurt, bad.

the only times you laughed this hard were with percy. “there’s no way! you caught them trying to make out, twice?” luke nodded, “in the same night, basically infront of everyone. they’re both only eleven, so i’m guessing their understanding of relationships and privacy doesn’t span far.” you buried your face in your hands as luke shook his head, “uh-uh, if i’m talking to you, i need to see all of you.” you both sat at the dining pavilion, facing each other.

it only made you resort to hiding in between your knees next, “i can’t! i look crazy.” luke’s hands came to your wrists in an attempt to pry them away, which was successful, but then you hid by your knees. he did think about prying theme apart, but then blood shot to his face when he realised how sexual it was. so he rested his hands on your knees, which made you peek up at him. his eyes bore into yours, unrelenting and unashamed.

“you look gorgeous, all the time. and i seriously can’t hold a conversation with you if i can’t see your pretty face.” his words caused you to rise, legs coming down to rest on either side of the bench, “pretty huh? and what do you know about pretty girls?” luke crossed his arms as he smirked, “not much, just that i’m looking at the best one.” you smacked his chest, “god you’re such a flirt.” the two of you rose up from the table as luke smiled, “how can i not when you’re right here?”

you took in a deep breath, not expecting it to trap itself in your throat. you were alone, for once. you were alone. with an exceptionally strong, sweet, lovely guy, who seemed to have an affinity for you.

luke was revelling in your shyness, the more he got to know you the more he wanted to be with you. not only were you kind, but you stood your ground. even with clarisse, the second she targeted percy you stood in between the two. it was one of the many things he liked about you. he also liked the idea of stepping a little closer, maybe touching your face, kissing you?

as much as you wanted to get closer to him, you weren’t sure of yourself. and if it was past curfew then you couldn’t help but wonder if percy was safe and sound. “we should head back!” you spun around and began walking whilst luke sighed, “yeah, we should.”

you expected for him to either;

a) not be there

b) be asleep

c) be making his way back

not for him to be in the bathroom, held by clarisse and her friends shouting for you, “y/n!”

“let him go! now!” you screamed as you ran towards him, but clarisse held onto your arm, “he needs to learn his lesson.” you laughed, this girl and her stubbornness needed to be studied, “what the hell is wrong with you? my god he didn’t fake anything! he’s a poor kid who saw his own mother disappear infront of him! he’s terrified!” clarisse was strong, you’d give her a point for that.

but she ignited an ungodly amount of anger in your body. you pulled against her to get to percy as the storm outside made its presence known as you screamed, “let go!” thunder rattled through the air, striking outside the door, as clarisse and the girls were hurtled back by water. you immediately ran to percy, “are you okay? did they hurt you? i swear i’m going to—,” percy cut your rambling off with a tight hug, “you came.” the tears in your eyes fell free as you held onto him, “you called.”

annabeth stood at the door with luke whilst percy interrogated her, “are you stalking me annabeth?” their conversation was drowned out as luke made his way over to you, “are you okay?” he surveyed you for any outstanding differences, a cut or two. “i’m okay, i’m fine. thank you luke, i just need to get percy in bed. i’ve had enough of this camp for a day.”

you were on auto drive, the only thing on your mind was getting percy to your cabin, the ghost of a kiss you’d left on luke’s lips as you hurried out of the place didn’t register until you were in bed. luke seemed to enter years later, quiet steps to his bed alerting you. “luke?” your voice was hushed whilst calling out for him, aware of the other campers, “y/n?” he was in bed now, sat up.

“d’you mind if i—?” you gestured towards him and his mattress as his eyes lit up in recognition, “oh. oh! yeah.” you awkwardly shuffled into his bed, knees touching his as you sat facing one another, “do you wanna—?” “i’m sorry for…” the two of you overlapped, after a beat of silence just meeting his eye caused you two to break out in hushed giggles and laughter.

“i kissed you, very randomly. i’m sorry luke.” he shook his head and smiled, “it’s fine, i liked it.” your eyebrows travelled up as you straightened your back, “you.. you didn’t mind?” his hands held onto yours, “not at all, i haven’t known you long, and you haven’t known me. but i want to continue getting to know you sweetheart.”

your smile could’ve stretched miles across america, your eyes shone brightly, if you’d asked he would give you the world. he was going to, wouldn’t it be nice? having someone by his side through it all?

that night you both slept side by side, his arms seemed to envelope you entirely. his nose dug into your neck, uncomfortable but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. luke slept soundly that night, his hands trailing over you, in the night and morning. being awoken by a kiss, morning breath be damned.

“not that i don’t love it, but what’s got you in such a good mood?” luke continued kissing down your neck as you giggled, “it tickles!” he murmured whilst continuing, “i don’t care.” your hands ran through his curls, your morning bliss was ruined by a yelp of surprise.

“what the— y/n?!” percy’s face was pure disgust as you shoved luke to the side, not realising that you’d been on the edge of the bed until luke collided with the hard wood floors with an ‘oof’. “oh god, are you okay?” a thumbs up had you smiling, before you realised the mess that you were in with percy.

“how? when? why?”

“all those questions will be answered eventually, percy, it’s nothing crazy okay? just calm down.” percy scoffed, “nothing crazy? it’s basically only been a few weeks and he has his tongue down my sisters throat.” that sobered you up, sleep washed away, “sister? did you just—?”

“i don’t know, but please, just try not to around me.” percy felt slightly embarrassed at letting you know how he thought of you. how could he not expect you to be a sister? you’d been in his life forever. “okay, not to interrupt but—,”

“then don’t.” percy snapped as you groaned, “ignore his royal sassiness, continue luke.” luke brushed himself off as he continued to speak, “todays capture the flag.”

percy wanted to throw himself over a cliff.

everyone else was amped up, practicing with friends and strategising whilst he sat on the grass as you triple checked his armour, “i think i’m fine y/n, do you want some bubble wrap? extra security.” he joked as you sighed, “i just want to make sure you’re okay, is that so wrong?” percy sighed, “no, i guess not.” you held onto his shoulders as you looked into his eyes, “i’m sorry.”

before percy could even ask for the reason for your apology a sloppy peck on his cheek was left behind as you ran off. “y/n!” you laughed at his screechy voice, but chirons voice explaining the rules shut you up.

the game seemed to be going well, you hoped so.

you were currently viewing percy floss on a rock, which made you want to push him over it, which you couldn’t for obvious reasons you settled for pelting his armour with rocks and pebbles. “ow!” you laughed at his exclamation, knowing it hadn’t hurt him, “please, it only hit your armour.” percy shrugged, “still.”

maybe you’d been to engrossed in staring at pebbles and thinking about luke but the girls managed to surround you. sword in hand you rose from the floor, tossing percy’s things his way. your own sword clutched tightly, “flags that way, it’s not here.” clarisse smirked as she held onto her own spear, “we know. yeah, glory’s fine. revenge is more fun.” you shook your head, disbelief filling you, “god you just don’t stop do you?” she laughed, “no maiming. it’s like the one rule.”

“yeah, i guess i’ll lose dessert privileges for a while. i’ll live.” your sword clashed with the girls, grunts ringing out through the air as you held your own. you weren’t concerned for yourself, only percy. you yelled out for him when he tripped over the log, “perce!”

clarisse stood infront of him, “i’m actually not interested in maiming or killing you, believe it or not. i just want you to admit you're a fraud, and that you’re having Y/N lie for you. it’d make me feel better. are you feeling up to that yet?” percy stumbled as he ran, you shoved the girl to the side and followed along, “keep running, don’t look back!” clarisse sighed, “guess that's a no.”

you ended up on the shore, percy rolling over as he stumbled to his feet, they all surged forwards as you continued to fight. clarisse mainly focused on percy whilst you held off the other two. one of the girls was overconfident, believing herself to be able to take you down with a few hits. your hand managed to slide into her armour on her shoulder, wrapping your hand around it you slung her into the water with all your strength. cringing when you heard her slam on the floor.

the other girl huffed, “wonder what we’ll do when you lose. maybe i’ll go over to your precious little percy, beat him around. a few stabs and slices might teach him the meaning of honesty.” her words were fuel to the fire inside you, your hands and body felt alive the second you began fighting, as if you were meant for it. you were going to beat this girl to the ground.

the victory of your team wasn’t enough to stop you, a moment of hesitance formed when luke planted the red flag into the floor as he celebrated with chris. spoiling his happiness was chris, “isn’t that your girl?” luke’s head whipped to look over at you on the shore, sword in hand as you faced off with the girl, percy held up by clarisse.

“it’s one thing to threaten me, but percy? you’re going to beg me to stop.” the campers were quiet, the entire area was abuzz with anticipation. your yell and hers broke the silence as you charged at eachother.

hit after hit, you continued pushing her back. swords colliding as you put all your force into the fight, the swords neared her throat. her terrified expression made you grin, “told you.” her legs were swept out from underneath her as she slammed into the floor, sword taken from her grasp by you.

luke cheered when she fell, igniting a string of applause and support from your team. but right now? all you could focus on was her. “you think this means anything? i’ve been fighting my whole life, you’re nothing. he’s nothing but a lying loser who lost his mommy.” the girl spit out blood, her teeth painted crimson. the power you felt looking down on her was unmatched by anything in your life. glancing backwards you viewed annabeth speaking with percy, who, thankfully, wasn’t fatally injured.

your grip on the hilt of your sword tightened as you lowered yourself, knee resting on either side of her waist. up above, dark clouds began to form, threatening a storm again. rage surged through you as you picked her up by her armour, “say it again! say it again and i’ll break you in half bitch!” your screams echoed as the campers watched on, you shoved her to the floor before raising your arms, your sword held high as you struck it down. right next to her head, simultaneous lighting struck all around you.

the thunder was deafening, but with the girl out of your way your focus came back with only one thought, percy. you turned around only to view percy standing in the water, a trident above his head. “percy!” you pointed towards it as he looked up in shock, what you didn’t expect was for him to point at you.

a lightning bolt, right above you.

luke’s jaw was close to the floor, you and percy had been claimed, both forbidden children. now this was awkward. but he swallowed his anger and made his way to you when he could. by then you’d already spoken with chiron, and had the situation explained to you. currently you were settling into your new cabin.

a knock on your door drew your attention as you called out, “who is it?”

“hint, it’s not clarisse. so don’t strike me down with lightning, i quite like being unburnt.” the voice you’d hoped to hear flowed through the room, “come in, please.” luke closed the door behind him as he made his way to you, “please? you really wanted to see me didn’t you?” he teased as you rolled your eyes.

“you’re not wrong.” your hands pulled on the drawstrings of his hoodie, tying them together and undoing. luke took in your change of demeanour, brushing stray hairs behind your ear, “you want to talk about it?” your lips pressed into a tight line, “not really. can we just sit? maybe read?” luke picked up a book from your bag whilst you laid down.

he laid down next to you as you settled your head onto his chest, “percy’s okay, i spent about an hour with him, talking. isn’t that funny? i always treated him like he was my brother, and he is.” he hummed, leaning his head onto yours, “makes sense, seeing you beat the crap out of the ares girl, knew you had to be something special. it was also very hot to watch.” you shifted to look up at luke, his smirk was evident as you buried your face.

“don’t get shy on me now, i’m just love struck. i have a lovely girl on my side, how am i supposed to hold myself back?” your hand traced a lightning bolt over his chest, “lovestruck huh?” he nodded along proudly, “maybe not lovestruck.” you sat up a bit, “what do you mean?” the concern laced in your voice was hard to miss.

“i’m thunderstruck.”

“and i’m going to murder you.” your hands attacked his side as he laughed.

“i take it back i swear!”

[straows]

Garden injuries p.3

—In which you find yourself missing your garden. <<part one, part two

A/n: This is probably going to be my last part, but anything after this that is related to this prompt/mini series will be just like stupid little blurbs, yk?

Sighing in relief, you wiped the sweat from your brow. You’d just managed to change the bandages on your leg, and that by itself was a workout.

It was irritating. You felt useless. Your only job was to tend to the garden— but he’d given that to some half pint, half assed little man. You didn’t like that little man, he let some flowers die.

And while having Sukuna’s affections and favor toward you was nice— you missed being special— being valuable for that reason. You knew the garden and everything it needed. No one else knew. No one took care of it like you did.

And while you were glaring at the wall, a pissy pout on your lips, you didn’t notice walking in, only to pause and stare at you. His eyes narrowed and it was like he tried to read your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, brat?” Sukuna sat down a bowl of meat and fruit— thankfully not human, and just grilled chicken. Sukuna had tried that once, but when you’d figured out what it was— before eating it, you screamed and screamed and screamed at him. It didn’t matter if he threatened you, you were appalled.

Lessons were learned.

You’re not a cannibal.

Blinking from your trance, you look up to Sukuna, eyeing the frustrated frown on his lips. “What’s the matter? Eat.” He poked the side of your head and finally nodded in satisfaction when you did eat.

“You’ve replaced me.” You huffed, before gladly choking down the food. Being critically wounded in the leg would do it to a person. You’ve found yourself much more hungry and thirsty now a days. Maybe it was just having to deal with Sukuna’s energy. Or how he had his fingers or face shoved up your cunt 24/7.

“What are you on about now? If anything, I’ve raised your status. Of course, you’ll almost be as powerful as me when I make you my queen.” He grinned when he heard your heartbeat pick up. Oh he loved knowing the effect he had on you.

“Ok, but, now all I do all day is sit around and watch as your replacement ruins the garden.” You turned away from him, glaring outside the large open window and down at the garden.

“You’re still mad about that?” Sukuna rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling back into him as he sat. Your back rested on his chest and his knees were propped on either side of you.

“Yes.” You melted back against him nonetheless. His warmth always had you relaxing into him.

“You don’t want to be my queen?” Sukuna’s voice dropped a level, his eyes turning to a narrow glare.

“What? No. I never said that.” You turned your head to look at him so fast it gave you whiplash. “I just don’t like that some man is touching my garden.”

Sukuna wordlessly raised a brow, looking both amused and unimpressed at the same time.

“Your garden, hm?” Leaning in, he pressed sweet little kisses all along your neck, before promptly biting down on your shoulder, deep enough to actually draw a bit off blood.

“Ow! Hey— that hurts!” You tried to push him off by his forehead, hissing at the sting when he finally pulled away. “You are so mean.”

“You’re the one letting power get to your head. Calling it your garden, human you truly are something.” Sukuna grinned away the wound, happy with the way he could see each teeth mark imbedded into your kiss. The little pricks of blood giving him a level of satisfaction he’d never admit.

“Well— I- whatever.” Scoffing, you crossed your arms and looked back out the window.

“Seeing you so upset over something so trivial is quite amusing.” His arms tightened around you, and your scowl deepened.

“When will my leg heal?” Ignoring his comment, you tilted your head back to peak up at him.

“Hopefully not for a long time. I enjoy having you here like this… having to lean on me completely.” Sukuna just bit into your cheek. Grinning, almost smiling, when you whined and pulled away.

“Stop biting me! I’m going to have bruises everywhere. The servants look at me weird— and your concubines??? Where have they all gone?” You side eyed him, only for him to scoop you up and sit you on a table. Your legs dangling from the table.

“I don’t need them. Unfortunately for me, you’ve infected my brain like a little parasite. Well, humans are parasites, yet you seem to be my favorite.”

“How are you so mean but sweet at the same time?” You sighed, only to glare out the window again.

“You are impossible to please, woman. I will give you the garden, as long as you swear you’ll be my queen once you heal.” Sukuna pulled your face back over to him, his hand coming up to hold you cheeks.

Your eyes widened and a big smile pulled at your lips. “Really?”

Sukuna just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Then yes! I will.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, only to pull away when he moved to take a step away.

A shit eating evil little fucking smirk on his lips, “of course, if you said no I’d still make you my queen and would flay the earth ‘til you said yes, but I am glad you did.”

You could only roll your eyes, “Anddd you ruined it.” Sighing, you looked down at your leg, before giving him a cheeky grin, “can I have some mango’s, my king?” You teased him.

Sukuna could feel his eye twitch and his cock throb, “and you call me evil. When you heal, be prepared to not walk for another week, woman.” Sukuna pressed a deep kiss to your lips, only for you to smile into it.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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just keep swimming | k.m./c.f.

katie mccabe x caitlin foord x child!reader | 2.3k | you meet your little sister for the first time + you give your little sister her nickname

ˏˋ°•*⁀ i hope you all like it! and i hope you like the nickname and i didn't overhype it or anything! starfish has her sister now <3

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

‘Do you want to meet your baby sister?’ Your mammy knelt down in front of the seat you were sitting in. A big, soft smile that hadn’t left Katie’s face since the arrival of your little sister.

Steph and Beth had brought you to the hospital, after Katie told them everything had gone well and that it would be a good time to bring you to meet your new baby sister. Your little sister decided she wanted to make her entrance a bit earlier than expected, not too early but enough that it was still a surprise for your mums. The last 48 hours had felt like a blur to everyone involved.

For Katie, trying to make sure Caitlin was well looked after, while trying to stay composed and calm herself even though she was panicking on the inside. It had been organised well in advance that Steph and Beth would be on call to look after you so they would have one less thing to worry about while at the actual hospital. 

But for Steph and Beth, that 3am call, the rush to throw clothes together and seem put together enough to come get you, the two of them were also running on the pure adrenaline of the situation.

And for you, one moment you were deep asleep and the next your mammy was waking you, as gently as she could and you were still rubbing the sleep from your eyes while Beth held you and you watched your mums drive away. Your mums had prepared you for this moment that would be happening soon, but it was still a shock and being half asleep you were slightly confused at what was happening, until the next day when you were more awake.

On paper everything was planned perfectly, but in the moment it was hard for everyone to not rush around and panic slightly. But everything went well, there were no complications with your little sister and your mums were both relieved that everything went as smoothly as it could. 

Your little sister, the youngest and newest member of your little family, was finally earthside and you couldn’t wait to meet her. In this moment, everything felt still, a big contrast to how the last 24 hours played out like a whirlwind, and a contrast to how everything was about to be while your mums, and you, adjusted to this new addition. 

You put aside the crayon you had in your hand, drawing another picture for your baby sister, even if mammy told you she wouldn’t be old enough to understand, one day she would be and you’d have drawn, or tried to draw, all the important moments before she was here. There was one of Peach that had made Caitlin tear up a bit, you really didn’t miss a thing. 

Steph took your drawing and safely put it in your bag, not before looking at it and smiling, you’d drawn everyone around your little sister, bunch of rainbows, starfish and anything else that made you happy. A way to tell that in this moment you were really happy and excited about the arrival of your little sister. 

You nodded slowly to your mammy’s question. You didn’t really talk but it was to be expected, there had been a lot going on in such a short amount of time and you saw the way your mammy’s eyes were tired, the way her voice was a lot softer, you chose to be quieter.

Grabbing onto your mammy’s hand she slowly helped you from your seat, she said a little thank you to Steph and Beth who’d looked after you and stayed in the waiting room til Katie came and got you. Caitlin and Katie were lucky to have the people in their lives that they did, they’ve never felt the ‘it takes a village’ as much as they have until right now.

Caitlin was focused on the tiny baby that was bundled in her arms but the moment the door to the room creaked open her eyes flicked up towards you. Your mummy’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, with that same soft, but tired, smile your mammy had earlier. You were half hiding behind your mammy, walking a little slower, you were a little nervous. Nervous, because now it was real, in your mummy’s arms was your little sister. 

She was just, ‘in your mummy’s belly’, something you’d have to use your imagination and the ultrasound pictures to ‘see’ her. You couldn’t see her yet but just the bundle your mum was clearly holding, she was here, right in front of you.

‘Starfish,’ Your mum’s voice was soft, but enough for the quietness of the room, ‘Come here,’ There was a small you size space on the bed next to your mum. Katie helped you gently get up and sit next to Caitlin, ‘This is your baby sister,’

Gently holding onto the top of Caitlin’s arm, you leaned up a little to peer over. Your mum gently peeled the blanket back, showing a bit more of your new little sister. Saying she was so small felt like an understatement. You didn’t know what to expect, you’d met the other babies when they were a few weeks to months older, you didn’t know new babies were so tiny. 

Granted your little sister was on the smaller side, quite small for a newborn that the doctors and nurses had to double check your mum wasn’t having her too early. Everything was above board, Katie even made a comment when it was just her and Caitlin that you weren’t ever this small. 

Her nose was like a little button, you wanted to poke it a little to see if it felt like pushing a button since that’s how it looked, but you held yourself back. You’d heard enough about how fragile babies can be. If you were quiet enough and really listened you could hear her small, tiny breaths. She was real, she was here right in front of you. You just leaned against your mum, a little smile on your lips while you watched your baby sister.

Katie sat in the chair next to the bed, watching your interaction closely. Sure you’d been really receptive to the idea of a little sister, but when you actually saw her you might’ve thought differently. Though, watching you now, Katie knew she had nothing to be worried about. The way your eyes shined so bright towards the little baby, it reminded Katie of how it felt when she was little, like you, meeting her younger siblings for the first time. 

‘She’s so cute,’ You let out a small laugh when your little sister let out a tiny sneeze, scrunching up her whole face. Almost instantly, as if it was the sound of your voice being familiar from all the times you spent talking to her when she was in your mum’s stomach, your little sister wriggled an arm free and lifted it a little as if she was searching for something. As if she was searching for you.

‘She remembers you. You’re already a favourite,’ Your mum whispered to you, making you beam even more.

‘I’m gonna be her favourite forever,’ A promise you’d make sure of, you already love your little sister and that would never waiver.

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Katie and Caitlin had been told multiple times, they were very aware, that adjusting to life having two kids to look after would be difficult. Everyone was right. It was hard, but they were so glad to have you and your little sister. It was, a baby needs so much attention and time and there were moments they almost forgot to make sure they were taking care of your needs and wants too.

You were such a good and easy kid, so observant and emotionally intelligent for your age, that in a way it was easy for you to get lost in the background. Your mammy’s loudness that you inherited made sure that was never the case though. Your mums weren’t perfect, but they made sure you were never, mentally or emotionally lost in the background. 

Your mums made sure you were really involved in everything you could be when it came to your little sister. They let you feed her bottles, you were so careful in holding her so you got to have lots of cuddles. They made sure to have the time, one on one with them as well, even if it was just sitting on their bed while they’d fold laundry and you’d tell them any new fact you’d learnt recently.

In short, they made sure you had enough and more. They made sure you didn’t feel any kind of neglect. It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t always perfect, but after what felt like a very long six months to your mums, the bumps had started to smooth and your little family was functioning as perfectly as could be expected.

Even your mums teammates never let you feel left out. They’d come over to meet the baby, but they’d still also do something with you. Kyra came over and convinced your mums to let the two of you, alone, go get some ice cream. Alessia bought you a new football and kicked around with you in the backyard, helping Katie and Caitlin out by getting you to burn energy, but you managed to nutmeg Alessia and that made your day and was the topic at the next training you’d gone to with Steph when you said you had missed going to training.

Grace sat down with you and coloured when she visited. Your mums let you stay up really late when Mackenzie and Alanna came so you could have a movie night, just the three of you, though they had to promise to look after you when you were tired and grumpy the next day. Everyone let you know that you were just as important as a new baby. No one lets you feel forgotten or left out.

Even though things are easier now, you are still kind of struggling to grasp the concept that your sister was still too small for some things. Katie wasn’t far from where you and your sister were, she could still see you both while she took the time to do some of the things both her and Caitlin had been neglecting around the house. Your sister was settling on the verge of taking a nap, and you were playing close by. You never really strayed far from your sister, you liked the company. You’d often talk to her, so much that she’d started to make sounds that were slowly resembling some of the words you were saying.

Lately you’d started taking more of an interest in actually playing football. Going to some mini sessions for kids your age. You were learning so much and you just wanted to be able to teach your sister. You had some mini footballs laying around and the next time Katie looked over towards the two of you, your sister suddenly had three footballs surrounding her.

She slowly made her way over, ‘Mammy she won’t play,’ you huffed and frowned. Katie smiled small, crouching down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

‘She’s a bit too small to play football sweetheart,’ You didn’t like that answer, suddenly wanting to fast forward time until she could play football with you, ‘But there are lots of things you can still do together,’ Now you were sitting in your mammy’s lap while she brushed some of your stray baby hairs out of your face, ‘How about a movie?’

You nodded your head enthusiastically at your mammy’s suggestion. She helped set the two of you up. Your mammy made a little spot for your sister out of blankets rolled so your sister was supported even on the couch. You were next to her, wrapped up in your own blankets and your mammy had given you a little fruit platter.

‘Finding nemo mammy!’ Ever since Caitlin showed you the movie you’d been obsessed. Katie didn’t know how much longer she could listen to this movie, but anything for you. Neither of your mums were prepared for the future of having to hear you and your sister fight over what movie you were going to watch.

‘Who’s your favourite?’ Your mammy slipped in beside you mid way through the movie, pulling you onto her lap, stealing some of your fruit while she was at it.

‘Hmm,’ Deep in thought because how could you ever choose a favourite from a movie full of sea creatures? ‘I think Nemo,’ 

You leaned back against your mammy, keeping an eye on your sister and fully discarding your snacks, ‘What do you like about Nemo?’ 

‘Nemo’s small, looks a bit squishy and — and tough,’ Katie laughed a little when you put up your arm, flexing a little when you said tough. 

‘That kind of reminds me of someone we know,’ Your eyebrows scrunched together a little and you looked up at your mammy. Her eyes flickered over towards your little sister, your eyes lit up.

You moved from your mammy’s lap, over towards your sister. Your little hand reached out and rested against the side of her face, ‘Nemo, tiny but tough,’ You said it softly, like it was only meant for the space between you and your sister and no one else, ‘I’m your big sister, I’ll help you keep swimming while you grow,’ Katie smiled, you were going to be the best big sister without a doubt.

Your little sister babbled happily when you spoke to her, her little fingers wrapping around yours that were against her face, it felt like there was an understanding between you both, ‘I love you, Nemo,’

[whatlurksbean]

Hello! I’ve been reading WLB from some time now, and I am still absolutely loving this comic every time.(on my 4th reread lol) WLB has inspired me greatly along with WC content and (also great!)creations by other creators to the point that I am almost about to script my own comic, with a few scenes that WLB had a huge influence on. Though, I can’t help but be a little overwhelmed when I actually think of creating one, mostly because of the fact I lack the skills to draw comics. Believe me, I am shit at panelling lol. But also l‘m a bit scared because even if I actually end up making my own series it absolutely could end up flopping and that would probably make me lose enthusiasm. I don’t necessarily want to make money out of my comics but rather show others my stories and characters that I love, but I have a history of making and posting oc art just for nobody to watch and kinda giving up.(even though I’m aware of the fact that this happens to practically everyone all the time, it still hurts) The (real)question is if there is some advice you can give to beginner/wanna-be comic artists, and how did you feel when you first posted The Recruit if that’s your first comic. I’m sorry if this sounds like a vent, and feel free to pass this if you want-just know you’re a great inspiration for many people. Stay safe, remember that YOUR well being is number one, and Love from Korea♥♥

Hello! I'm very glad you've enjoyed WLB!

A webcomic can for sure be a daunting and overwhelming thing. Most artists are a one man show, and knowing how to do Every Aspect Perfectly is an impossible task. I think it's important to remember everyone starts somewhere, and it is hard to get better unless you Start.

I mean, the first comic pages I drew digitally looked like this.

The comic lasted 6 pages before I got tired of it, and then I started The Recruit.

(which was over 430 pages long and started and had quite a style/writing change throughout the 7 years I worked on it)

You learn so much by just doing. There are a lot of helpful free resources online now a days to make the learning faster! There are tutorials on how to panel! And I think just reading comics in general is a great source of learning. Pay attention to the things you like (paneling, simplification process, color palettes ) and implement them in your work!

I think it's really important to figure out the level of detail you want the comic to be. I don't think it's wise or sustainable to put 100% effort into every aspect of it. It will burn you out. It's good to consider what level of shading (if any) you'll be willing to do for hundreds of panels, what level of background detail, how many colors the characters should have, and figure out what your focus is.

I've met a lot of comic artists over the years, EVERYONE has a different method or different focus. Creating is not a universal experience!

As for having your work be seen, it is honestly a lot of luck. Back in the day for TR I would just submit to all of the deviantart warrior cat groups and people would find it that way. deviantart groups are pretty dead now so I am unsure if that is any good now.

I personally really think ComicFury is a wonderful place for new artists. It's default page always shows the latest comic, so everyone always has an equal chance to be seen. You can be on the front page every 12 hours (i think, it might be 24..) and with a striking icon and consistent posting, you WILL find people.

It's not the largest site, but it is my favorite for comics.

I do not like the mindset of a comic "flopping." I think it takes time to build an audience. It is very unlikely for people to find your comic overnight, it will very likely take at least a few months of consistent posting to find a few engaged readers. I know it sucks to feel like no one is seeing your work, but it's just something that takes time.

Cat comics do tend to find readers faster though, so if that is your goal, I do hope you find success!

You could also post your updates in comic/art related places, like discords or post panels on bluesky or instagram. really any site or app that posts an image.

I also think consistent uploading is a strong key to building an audience. And to do this, it really helps to have a backlog. Meaning you draw like the first 10-20 pages of you comic (or however many) and upload one or two pages a week. The more your comic is seen popping up on their feed, the more likely people will be to finally click it. I usually do not click on comics I see once or twice, it usually takes a few weeks of me seeing it pop up before i decide to check it out. (talking about on Comicfury to be clear)

Once you've established you are dedicated to your comic, people do not mind if you take breaks. (and if they do, fuck em)

Also, having a community of friends or creators is a huge motivator. Show your work to friends! Share in a community of comic creators! Some things my friends have said to me about my comics has lifted my creative spirit more than anything.

This is turning into some 3am ramblings but to summarize my points:

•Find a style that will work for you to sustain a comic. (do not make 100% effort art pieces)

•Upload on comicfury (great comic site, equal opportunity for new comics) (I would also cross post to other platforms and link back to CF as a primary comic site)

•Work on some pages in private, so you can upload consistently once you begin your comic! (I would update daily for maybe a week and then switch to weekly pages, just to get the best chance of being seen + consistent posting. so that would be good to have at least 10 pages of backlogs. 7 for the first week, plus 3 weeks of backlog at that rate)

and the point most dear to my heart;

•Don't be scared of change.

I know a lot of folk wait and wait to make their comic until they are perfect artists or writers, but like, you'll never make anything if you wait for that. Change is so natural and normal in webcomics, in all art really. I think if you shade for 10 pages and decide you hate it, it's okay to change how you shade or drop it entirely. Change your art style. Change how you panel pages. Change how you do backgrounds. Change anything and everything you want. Enjoy the process and tell the story you want to tell.

Best of luck on your comicing journey, I hope you really enjoy it.