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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years

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Hello! I am now home and can respond to your ramblings about my art properly!

PlayBoy:

Thank you!! I'm very proud of the tattoos and had to look up several references for Māori tattoos and they're all so lovely and intricate. The tattoos on his thighs are placeholders until I can find some that are just as intricate and lovely. Fun fact! The moon tattoo is supposed to be a matching tattoo set, the second one being a sun. (You should post the drawings with the crescents! I'm sure that they would look lovely) And yes the hands- I was so pleased with the hands, they were so fun to draw and I'm proud of how they turned out! Though I may have cheated a little and traced a genuine playboy magazine that didn't seem too hard and appealed to me. It lended a hand in how good I drew the hands in this, as directly tracing hands never look good. I say traced but I mostly mean for the prices and the word thingys and the but, and then I referenced that sketch and refined it more until it looked about right. The original magazine had the very satisfying back curve! The highlights hoenstly bring the art together, it just looked boring without them and I wanted to make it pop. Thank you so much!

Space man:

Yes that is space! The tentacles were very fun to draw but it took a little bit to make them look right. He is truly chaos incarnate. Jeremy (The little man off to the left and basically his assistant) doesn't even know what he's doing. Jeremy hates this and hates Maui and is going to berate him later for it /lh. And I put so much effort into the background!! And I'm still only revising it!! There's so much more for me to do with this drawing!! I have so much more to do, it is a very mentally taxing drawing so I'm just taking my time with it. It'll look awesome once it's finished! And thank you so much, I'm glad that it's working out so far!!! And no, it will absolutely not work out and he'll nearly accidently get the crew killed and give Jeremy a heart attack (/hj) (/lh)

Mermaid:

Yes! Mermaids are very fun! I think this au of him was the reason I got into them in the first place, and then I got into angels and demons because of Laproxie on Instagram, and now I've kind of forgotten about both tbut the mermaid has sticked mostly!! Thank you about the fluidity about the tail! I am also very picky about flowy lines and how they work and fish don't have knees. I actually stole the way the colours work from Castle Swimmer on webtoon! It's honestly so beautiful and the story and art is both great and now I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for season three because the two love birds just met again after a long time of trying to find each other and there was so much lore and three comedic witches and it's just beautifully written. The water was the hardest part, I don't like drawing water. But the light scattering were fun! And the white bit on top is either seafoam or light refractions. Ok so I spent a really long time thinking about it and decided he would be more of a deep sea fish (I only drew him in shallow waters because its so much easier to pose) so I made him blue so he could camoflauge! He also has natural bioluminessence that I didn't draw in the because it's very light out. And yes!!! Those are stitches!! Thank you so much!!

Casual:

Yes, it is a very different vibe! It's a lot calmer than the other ones (And less sexually inclined like in the first one, but I would describe him as promiscuous so I feel its fitting) He is very smug and carefree but also quite vain, he can often be seen looking at himself in any reflective surface he can, including a small pocket mirror he takes with him wherever he goes. He has traded comfort for a life of being sexy and his brother is so confused and keeps trying to shove him into something comfortable and Maui Hisses and shys away like he's a cat and his brother is trying to get him into a bath of water. His brother is the opposite and also very buff

I put si much effort into the straps!! I'm very happy to have them recognised!! They gave me a bit of issues but I managed to beat them into looking good. Same with the scarf! Though, most of the credit has to go to the fabric brushes on procreate. I don't know what I would do without them

Thank you so much for taking some time out of your day to view them and comment on them <333 I love it when you ramble so it's absolutely no problem! Ahhh, I'm so glad that my art is colourful and pleasing to look at and I hope to continue sending Maui to your inbox!

I'm very glad that you're slowly piecing him together, and that you seem to enjoy what he is. It is a veyy joyous day <33333

-Heathen

Heathen!! Hello! I have finally gotten to the third ask you sent me that fateful night a few weeks ago! I was not expecting a response at all (probably should've since this is you) so i'm very curious what this contains

that being said my response will be under a cut since. long!

Playboy:

The tattoos were so lovely!! I love tattoos so much I'd love to get a few. I used to have a whole host of tattoos planned out, but that was when I was like 13 and now looking back I'm like wow so glad I was not allowed to get tattoos because I'd now like very different tattoos. Still want a dragon tho. Matching tattoos also sound super cool! Sun and moon imagery is also *chef's kiss.* And I'd forgotten about the crescent art I have but mayhaps I shall post it at some time!

Congratulations on the hands tho the blending between tracing and making it look good can be hard but you did great! For me one of the biggest annoyances when tracing hands is that...they do not match my style. I usually take my own reference photos, so my real life hands when traced don't match my less-realistic style. The translation between the two is annoying sometimes but you nailed it! and highlights are always fun--I frequently go a little too over the top with highlights (especially in curly hair) and then am just like whelp can't do anything about it now (for traditional art at least)

Spaceman:

Yes!! haha!! I know enough about sci-fi to recognize space! Tentacles are like a hit or miss for me. I'm. very picky about the fluidity of lines and tentacles can be a nightmare! Side note: i frequently type out little rants on tumblr and then just save them to my drafts and one of them is about the squiggle of lines.

but poor Jeremy, having to deal with the chaos that is Maui. I don't think him berating Maui is going to change anything but he sure can try.

As for the background, I hope you have fun with it! Those kinds of big detailed drawings can be really draining so good idea to take your time. It already looks awesome so I have no doubts that it'll be even better once you've finished it. What will not get better are Maui's plans everything is going to descend into chaos i fear for Jeremy

Mermaid:

You're so right mermaids are fun. When I think of the ocean I usually think about pirates because my dad is a pirate nerd and he infected me with pirate brainrot, but I also love the idea of sirens and creatures in the water as part of that. And so true fish do not have knees. Maybe we could...do something about that :). your fish has been kneed.

I don't know anything about Castle Swimmer but the colors you stole are very pretty!! Three seasons sounds like a lot tho I don't know how people do it. I say, with a blog heavily focused on an 11 book series. But back to Maui! Camouflage sounds like it could be useful, but also I'm wondering how much light is down in the deep sea and if it'd even be necessary to hide if no one can see you. That's like ingrained hiding in the environment. Just a musing though, the design is still very pretty. Something something all I hear after that is bioluminescence which is hella cool I'd like to also glow in the dark. Maybe that was my thought process when I accidentally cracked a glow stick into my eyes when I was a child, I was trying to become bioluminescent

Casual:

it is so much calmer than the others but also still has the wicked expression from the space one. Like he may look nice in terms of his appearance, but he also looks malevolent and like trouble. Good for him for the self-confidence tho. Sometimes you just need to stare into your own soul through a mirror. Though if you don't blink long enough then your face will stare to distort and you'll stop recognizing yourself, at least in my experience. it's pretty cool.

that is hilarious that Maui's brother is trying to unsexy him I love that so much. Just confused but supportive "it's cold out you can't wear that" and maui's in booty shorts and fishnets and a crop top, that's the dynamic I'm imagining rn.

yes!! the fabric texture is so impressive! thank you to the fabric brushes for giving heathen the tools they need to make cool art of a sexually chaotic part robot man.

thank you for sharing your art with me! I was very honored when you directly sent it to me even after you'd already posted it, it was like an "oh? you went out of your way to make sure I saw this?" moment /pos. I will enjoy as much as you have to say about Maui, so feel free to continue sending him!! he is a little puzzle I am gleefully putting together in my head one bit at a time and it's lovely.

#quil's queries #heathen nonsie #other's ocs #long post #i am simply getting to know him your honor #i'm watching him develop into a person in my head #rotating him around like a blorbo

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germanyballartsandanimations · 2 years

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Likes, shares, shares to stories, saves and comments are highly appreciated! Have this drawing i somewhat dislike... 😭😭😭 it had to do smth with one of my old brainrots back in september... Uh yeah? I brainrotted on mexchi dont come after me /lh this is risky ugh (not gonna hashtag the ship btw im gonna leave this up to yohr interpretation heehee) A failed attempt to draw forest backgrounds. God. The funniest part of this drawing was that despite promising myself to draw mexico's flag correctly i reversed the red and green. It was so good. And then i found out- The lighting can go away oh my goddddddddddddddddd (hopefully i made it obvious it was from on top... the moon? Maybe......) And ugh the anatomy sucks here but whatever 😫 hope yall fine with today's meal I actually planned to draw this scene several times... and then awooga i realised i couldnt get the angles right 💀 first draft was chile's legs being short and then what Note that i do have another mexico design i rly rly love im just too lazy gr As you can see i sold little to no soul to draw the background 🗿🗿🗿 the usual I love tears 🤤 they em tears --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's my exam week finally- or at least the first part... been trying to find time to draw again AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA yesterday's holiday wasnt enough sadly Woke up this morning to see the sky yellow af (guess who got scared LMAOOOOOOOOO) I hate thinking abt how i COULD HAVE posted yesterday morning... AAAUUUUUUGH Being CH fanartist is suffer It's 8am here... hope yall have a great day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ahead! Stay safe and healthy my lil fellas 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 Tags: #countryhumans #countryhuman #countryhumansmexico #countryhumansméxico #countryhumanmexico #countryhumanméxico #mexicocountryhumans #méxicocountryhumans #mexico #méxico #🇲🇽 #countryhumanschile #countryhumanchile #chilecountryhumans #chile #🇨🇱 #countryhumansart #countryhumansdrawing #countryhumansfanart #country #art #digital #digitalart #drawing #fanart #fingeruser #mobileuser #medibang #medibangpaint #artistsoninstagram (at Felling Happy and Wonderful) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcZEULZvWk1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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allet-art · 4 years

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Wherever you go, you’ll be there

Steven Universe Future fanfiction: Chapter 1

Summary:

Steven's journey into the unknown, into who he is, and how to learn to live again, with a spice of nightmares, feelings and a lot of travelling, learning from his mistakes and from people he meets.

Who will he find in himself at the end?

(Post IAMM and disregarding the last episode, Future)

Characters: Steven Universe, Connie Maheshwaren, Connie is not focused on, The gems of LH as background, the Off-Colors as background

Warnings: Nightmares, Depressive tendencies

Relationships: Steven Universe & Connie Maheswaren

Tags: Tags to be added as story progresses so watch out for those, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Coping, Coping mechanisms, Trauma, Steven learns to live, This is just my “SU ended and now I am empty inside so here’s my continuation, OCs I guess but only to serve the story, Mommy Issues, Therapy, Steven gets therapy, Nightmares, Categories may be subject to change, Warnings may be subject to change, I have an idea for what’s in the chest just wait and see

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He plummets. Loosing the ground under his feet, feeling the loss of pressure in a rush of cold and terror. He doesn’t remember landing on the ground, but he’s up. Something is there.

He turns around to see a creature, spider legs and massive fangs and the body of a snake, eyes black with pink irises, glowing. Fixating him.

He runs, feeling clumsy and heavy and weak, not fast enough, pushing against a force trying to stop him, trying to hold him back. He pants, the air burning in his lungs, forcing his limbs to move while fear tries to paralyze him to stop.

The creature is fast, faster than him. He runs, still, even though it’s pointless. Faster. Faster. He’s not fast enough. He’s too weak, too slow, too clumsy, nonono-!

He trips on the darkness. The fangs rise, and with a start, come down on his naval.

He jolts upright with a start, breathing, panting heavily. One hand over his gem and the other clutching his chest, he heaves in the air, staring at the blanket in front of him until he calms down a bit.

He glances over at his clock. 4:15 AM. Another nightmare.

He lets out a huge breath and falls backwards onto the bed. It’s comfortable, but that doesn’t stop him from looking to stare at the ceiling through sore eyes, opening them just a bit. Keeping them open is hard, but something desperately keeps him from closing them.

The ocean waves quietly crash onto the beach. A rough breeze presses onto the face of the house facing the water, making it creak ever so quietly. It was a familiar sound, one he grew up with. He breathes in, and heaves the breath back out as if he’d run a marathon.

Familiar. The sound of the water fills his ears like static white noise, threatening to make him forget what his nightmare was about in the first place. Does he even want to remember? Maybe he should just let go, and fall back into habit. His mind is blank, and he starts moving on his own.

He shuts off his alarm. No need for that anymore. He takes the steps down quietly, making sure to pace his steps just right to avoid the steps from creaking. From the room, to the ocean, to the creaking, to the hushed way he moves between the furniture; It’s like moving from one island to another, one concept connected to the next, each action familiar. Nothing he can mess up here if he does what he’s always done.

Mechanically, he starts making himself a protein shake. Connie’s been telling him to get better breakfast, but he feels too tired to do anything else. Well, he doesn’t have to tell her. He looks out to the sky through the large glass windows where the stars peacefully await the break of dawn. He feels tired, worn out and at the same time like a cold stone statue that has nothing better to do.

What’s the point, anyway? His shake finishes fizzling, and he screws the lid closed, starting to shake the plastic bottle. The sound echoes through the room in a surreal manner, making him question if he really is awake all of a sudden. He blinks the thought away. No, he’s sure he’s awake. Just tired.

He sits alone at the table and sips the tasteless protein shake, feeling the powder on his tongue. The stars look back. An eerie quiet hangs in the room, and a small flash of white light at the edge of his vision makes Steven blink. He feels himself sunk into the chair, shoulders hunched. Nothing. The room is empty. He’s alone, accompanied only by the crashing of waves, his sore eyes and the disgusting taste of the protein shake.

How sad this is, he thinks. Steven Universe the savior, sitting in his living room at 4 AM, sipping a drink he hates while waiting for morning to come.

Suddenly he sees the bright light again. A butterfly. He stops in his movements, and forces himself to breathe. He’s hallucinating. The butterfly lands on one of the chairbacks calmly, waving it’s wings at him. He stares at it, and it flutters off, dissapearing by flying through the closed windows and turning into one of the distant stars.

He stares after it for another moment, blinking, trying to see if he sees any more of them. Nothing. Moments, minutes pass before he calms down, picking the bottle up again to continue what he was doing like nothing happened.

He sighs, placing the plastic bottle down and staring into the mix of liquid. He feels sick. He looks over the fridge to think of getting something else, and sees the small glowing bracelet that he’d stuck to the side of the fridge not too long ago.

His thoughts wander, from the bracelet to Connie to the hospital. Connie was with him in that underwater bubble he’d made. He didn’t remember everything, but he felt it was his fault, anyway. But humans don’t swell up when they feel bad, at least not like he does. Was Connie okay, though? Did she ever live past that? Did she speak to her mother about it? Did she get therapy?

Maybe he should have known about that, too. Shouldn’t he have been the one to bring her to her mother, or to some hospital or therapist after all that? He feels if maybe, he had payed better attention, he could have helped her better. Helped her the way she’s helping him now, to somehow make up for all the senseless trouble she has to go through.

He grips the plastic bottle tighter, feeling his shoulders hunch up. If he’d just left her out of all this. If he’d just been smarter, been… better. If he’d just been kinder, like- like she was. Rose.

No matter how he looks at her, the childhood dream of the perfect light holding everyone together, inspiring everyone, taking care of everyone still sits somewhere in his mind. A distant vision of that pale pink and white color, but, she wanted him here. ...right?

Did she really? He looks out to the stars. If she could see him right now, what would she think?

He feels pain sting his chest. The sore spot isn’t made better by the pathetic sight he feels he must be right now, sitting alone in the dark, reminiscing about everything that’s happened so long ago.

But it feels so real. It feels so present. It feels just like yesterday. It feels like there was something to live by and live for then, and now there’s nothing. A blankness of the present and the future. Something that almost makes him wish he could go back, back to when everything made sense.

He places his elbows on the table, shoving the drink aside. Some of the liquid splashes over onto the table, and he feels as if he’d been kicked in the gut. Great going, Universe. Can’t even keep the kitchen clean for five minutes. He buries his face in his hands.

The silence, the cold tugging at his bare arms, making him feel weak and fragile, the fact that nobody was going to come here in the next five hours at least were rising, building up in his throat. That’s what hurt, really. Nobody is going to come here anytime soon. He stares at one of the walls, and suddenly he feels tiny. Helpless. Stuck, waiting for that stupid warp pad to glow and tell him someone would still care if he’d dissapear.

But right now nobody does. He sobs, shoulders hunching further, hands pressed to his face. The silence continues to stand in the room and watch him. He sobs, the same way he did just a week ago after he’d turned back to normal. In that freeing, loud way that he’d never allowed himself to do before that moment.

He wants to feel better. He desperately wants to feel something else, even if it means crying loudly and ugly, and if somebody were to see him they’d feel pity and they’d probably be right to feel sorry for the teenager sitting alone in the dark and breaking down over nothing.

He cries, until the soft morning sun starts to peak over the horizon and send light his way, letting the stars fade back into the ethereal space they came from. And when the house was filled with light and birds started to bring bright chirps into the atmosphere, he sat there still, shoulders hunched over and eyes red and puffy.

He stood up, at some point, fingers and toes cold, pouring the rest of his shake down the sink and tossing the bottle onto the counter. The plastic clunked against the stone surface in protest, and bounced down to the floor and onto the wood planks, but he’d already started walking towards the stairs. He shoves his hands into his pockets. He has to go get his face washed, before the gems come in.

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Soft, October sun warms this side of the beach. Connie sits next to him, sipping a milkshake, eyes focused intently on the task trying to get the last few drops out of the plastic cup. Steven sits with his shoulders hunched over, his drink half full, listening to the shake give gurgles of protest. She looks up to him and they both snort, looking away again.

The ocean waves roll onto the beach. Steven’s smile fades, unsure what to say or think. He looks out to the horizon, watches the light glitter on the surface of the water. Everything is like it was before. Except him.

He feels like a sore thumb, out of place as he forces a smile back at Connie, who said something about the bakery that he didn’t quite catch. He feels hollow, like something is missing from his chest. He gulps. He spent the morning in bed, tightly hugging his blankets like they could replace someone else. It didn’t help.

Connie says his name, and he turns back to her. She gives him a questioning look, but he just shrugs.

“Jus’ tired,” he murmurs.

“You sure?”

He shrugs again, not knowing what to respond with. The ocean waves keep crashing into the beach. Connie puts the plastic cup down next to her. They sit in silence.

“Well… I’ll come visit next week, maybe.”

“I thought you could only do once every two weeks?”

“I know, I know. But maybe I can shift tutoring to earlier in the morning.”

“Connie...” His voice is tired, doing his best to sound hopeful, to sound stable. “You don’t have to do that. You told me, once every two weeks, and I don’t want you to go back on that.” His voice grows quiet, hoarse. “...and make yourself miserable.”

“I won’t, I…” She trails off, her smile fading. “It’s a lot, but I’m sure I can do it.”

He shakes his head. “It’s okay.”

She sits with her arms stemmed on the bench, and one hand goes to hold her elbow. Sitting cross-legged, her top foot bounces up and down unsurely. Steven lets his glance wander back to the ocean, to the constant crash of the waves.

He closes his eyes, the salty scent of the ocean filling his senses. He’s just a burden here, again. But he knows that as long as he’s here, she’s going to be worried, and she’s going to keep visiting because he doesn’t know how to feel okay anymore.

He opens his eyes, looking to the horizon. “Once every two weeks will be fine, Connie. Don’t forget about yourself, okay?”

She opens her mouth, wants to say something, knows that there’s more to it than just this, knows that something is off because he won’t even look at her.

But she doesn’t know what to say. She looks down onto her knees, her smile fading too. “Okay.”

He wants to fix this, this horrible silence settling between them. He doesn’t know if he can. At the same time, his longing look into the distance makes him wish he was anywhere else, anywhere but here, having to sit out this silence, having to do things different with no way to tell what’s right and what’s wrong.

His hands clench into fists, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing. It just hurts. His shoulders hunch more.

Connie watches him, not knowing what to do. Maybe her mother would know. Maybe there’s nothing she can do.

As the waves crash, the seagulls call and the clouds pass, they both watch the sun set in silence.

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Empty.

He walks around the house, up the stairs to his room, down to the kitchen. Empty. Like he’s missing something, and he has no idea what it is.

He plops down onto the couch eventually, groaning in frustration. Maybe it’s too quiet. Or he’s just lonely. Or futureless, or feeling guilty, or any other of the dozen reasons he can think of.

Sighing, he gets up to pace back and forth a few steps. He should probably do something, but nothing useful or particularly healing comes to mind. He stops and closes his eyes. If he were anywhere else, anywhere but here in this empty house trying to pick up the broken pieces of his life, it would be easier.

He looks out to the window, out beyond the horizon. He found his mind wandering more often, away from the million things he needs to fix and take care of or remember not to fix and not to take care of, all on top of changing his habits and whatever else he feels he still needs to do.

If he were anyone else, anywhere else, if he had to deal with anybody’s problems other than his own. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? He has to deal with his own. He has to change, and abandon old habits. Just without actually helping anybody less.

The warp pad goes off. He jumps up, smile on his face, hands moving to do something, pretend to have been doing the dishes, anything to make it look like he had been involved in something useful. Pearl steps off the warp pad, humming something. She has a rusted old sword with her, but she’s holding it as if it’s made of gold.

The gears in his head start to turn and fall into place. That must be from the battlefield. That’s good. His eyes go over her, taking in both relaxedness and happiness and the faint smile of nostalgia on Pearl’s features. That’s also a good sign.

“Hey, Pearl. Is that from the battlefield?”

“Oh, Steven! Yes, I decided, well, I finally had it in me to bring it back.” She eyes the sword in her nimble fingers before shifting her focus. “But how have you been holding up, Steven?”

Finally had it in her? What was stopping her before? He doesn’t recognize the sword. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Was it a memory he hadn’t heard of yet? About his mother, or about some other gem? Was now the right time to ask? “Who’s sword is it?” He hopes present tense is right.

“This old thing? Oh, Bismuth made it for me thousands of years ago. It was the first thing that was ever truly mine.” She sighs, a distant sadness in her voice. “I lost it during a battle with quartz guards where the delta kindergarden was supposed to go.”

Right, that made sense. Steven can imagine what it must have felt like, loosing the first thing she owned during a fight after she swore to protect Rose and went after her new purpose. She must’ve felt like she failed.

“Well, there’s no delta kindergarden, so looks like you guys still won, right?”

A cheerfulness comes to her features and she smiles, an excitement in her voice that Steven rarely got to see. “We did! We beat those quartz guards right back to the warp pad in the end.” She held the sword into the air proudly.

Steven’s heart swells with warmth at seeing her so expressive, so much louder and prouder than usual.

Pearl’s gem gives a hum, and she stops for a moment to pull her phone out of her gem. “Oh! I’ll be late to my weaponry class.” She starts to head for the door, putting the sword away in her gem.

Before the door closes, she stops and looks back. “Steven?”

“Yeah?”

“I know I say this often, but, you can always talk to us, okay?”

Right. It hadn’t been long enough for the gems to forget about what happened.

He looks down into the sink. “I know. Thanks, Pearl.”

His smile fades as the door closes shut and he sighs.

He groans into his hands. Old habits die hard. How is he ever going to do that any differently? What could he have even done? If he told her about how his day and last night had gone, she wouldn’t have opened up about the sword. It’s not like she could fix any of it.

As the silence drags on, so does the emptiness, and so does the hollow feeling in his chest.

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Lars and the off-colors are due to visit today.

Steven steps out of the shower, feeling refreshed after spending far too long at home and in the same clothes. He puts on the same shirt, his trusty jacket, and walks to the warp pad.

He stops right before it, contemplating. He checks the time. He’ll be too early, and he doesn’t want to come off as desperate. Not like last time. He cringes a little and goes outside to take the car.

Besides that, the alone time in the car seemed to do him good. Or maybe it was the distraction of driving, or the distant memory of car rides with his father, the endless landscape passing by the windows as the road gently rocked him to sleep as a kid.

The road there felt too short for the car, but at least he wasn’t too early. The small spaceport of LH had to reserve quite the area for Lars’ ship to land, and a handful of gems were already waiting. So he won’t be the only one. Good.

He saw Larimar, Snowflake Obsidian and one of the jaspers from funland that he hadn’t properly met yet.

They turn to him when he approaches, all excited smiles and shy glances, and he smiles back and greets them, remembers to ask Snowflake how the trip to the siberian research station went and gets the nickname of the jasper, Lacely.

A faint humm turns their attention upwards, a familiar ship entering the atmosphere, gently parting the clouds and touching down in front of them.

Steven wanted to rush in, but remembered to wait a moment to let Lars and his crew step out and be embraced by the other gems around him first. He spots Larimar and Padparadsha getting along better than he thought. Snowflake gives Rhodonite a playful shoulder punch, who returns it, making Snowflake pretend to be knocked over as they laugh. Only Lacely seems to stand somewhat lost, watching everything go down with wide eyes. Steven humms, ready to swoop in. He had a suspicion of what was going on.

“Hey, Lacely, have you met the off-colors yet?”

The gem stood shyly, her eyes covered and stance stiff. “Uh. Kindof.”

“How about I introduce you?”

Steven approaches Lars and Fluorite with the jasper, introducing them, watching the jasper blush as Fluorite compliments her hairstyle. Fluorite and Lacely go off to join Rhodonite as Fluorite insists on introducing them too, leaving Steven alone next to Lars.

Lars crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking down to the younger teenager. “Missed us?”

Steven shrugs a bit, trying to play it off and not look too emotional. “Yeah.”

Lars goes on, a bit more serious. “We heard about what happened.”

“Oh… yeah…” Steven’s mood drops, chewing the inside of his cheek briefly into the silence before he quickly goes on. “But it’s fine! Everything’s better now! Besides, your space adventures are bound to be much more interesting.”

Lars laughs, ruffling through Steven’s hair brotherly. “You’re still good ol’ Steven, huh? Always going on about everyone but you.”

“Hey!” Steven laughs as he moves his head away to get Lars’ hand out of his locks. “Just saying. Things have been as usual. Nothing special.”

The two almost-humans watch the other gems cluster together, standing side by side in silence for a moment. Steven glances over to see Lars smiling, happy to be home, happy to see his gem family getting along with others so well, happy to see them surrounded by people who appreciate them fully.

Lars isn’t one to draw in closely to social gatherings. What a contrast to what Steven had come to know at first, when all Lars seemed to care about was being friends with the cool kids, so that he could matter, so that he could feel like he belonged somewhere. And now that he knows where he belongs, he can contently lean against the ship with his hands in his jeans and smile into the october sun.

Steven’s smile falters a little as he looks over to the cluster of gems. He’s happy that his own close family has that too, of course he is. Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst becoming teachers all in their own way, helping gems find their new purposes, their new lives. Helping them in all the ways they wish someone would’ve helped them when they’d first arrived on earth.

So Steven should be happy, right?

Everyone says he needs to change. Lars changed, and from Steven’s perspective, it all made sense. He changed for the better, with each step he took and choice he made, moving towards something brighter. But Steven doesn’t know how he would change. He does everything to make the people around him happy, and sometimes it’s just not good enough and leaves him feeling empty.

He glances over to Lars again, and then to the gems. How it must feel, to just be, to laugh and be yourself and nothing else, and fit in with others like puzzle pieces. To be ones self with no visible limits or edges that need to be trimmed. To just breathe and live and make the people around you happy by just... existing.

Something in his chest does swell happily, although not entirely enough to fix the hollow feeling. They’re all so happy, so unique, so… themselves. The paths they went, the choices they made lead them here, to this place, to this happiness, this new family.

He sighs, and Lars looks over to him. “What’s up?”

“It’s just, they’re all so happy, and, “ he takes a small break not to sound too emotional, “and great, you know? They came so far. You came so far.”

Lars gives a nervous laugh. “Steven, you sappy kid. You came pretty far too, y’know.”

Steven gives a small laugh, a smile, not letting the slightly sinking feeling in his stomach show. He turns back to the happy gathering and ignores the feeling.

The hollow feeling in his chest expands. He wants to be there. Closer, there, amidst the smiles and comments and jokes and gestures and happy eyes. Closer, so the feeling would be easier to ignore, so he could be easier drowned out by people much better adjusted than him.

But it feels clingy. They seem fine without him. He could ruin it. With the way he always used to be he can insert himself, or insert someone else, but he’s supposed to change. What if he changes and they all finally realize they’re better than him? If he could just exist and fit, he feels like he would have done that already.

“So Steven.” Lars looks down to him. “What are you doing now?”

“Oh, nothing much.”

“Hey, weird idea. But did you ever wanna come with us to space?”

“Well, you’re a pretty tightly knit family. I wouldn’t want to interfere.” Before Lars can cut in, Steven quickly goes on. “Besides! I can visit whenever, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s the journey! I dunno, I guess space just has a pretty good record at helping me.”

“That’s okay. I mean. I don’t know if it would do that for me.” He rubs the back of his neck nervously, the words slipping out before he can stop them. “I guess I really like car rides.”

“You been doing a lot of those then?”

“Kindof.” Not really, he thought. From home to Beach City to LH and back.

Rhodonite walks up to Lars excitedly, bubbeling about Lars’ old pastry shop as she pulls him along. Steven waves them goodbye, saying something about needing to be somewhere at LH. The conversation feels blurry to him by the time he’s in his car.

He adjusts the rear view mirror, seeing his reflection. He looks tired, and without the large smile, sad. Lost. He yanks the mirror back into place, trying to forget his reflection as he drives back home.

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#Steven Universe #su #suf #steven universe future #su fanfic #suf fanfic #su fanfiction #suf fanfiction #tumblr writing #writing #WYGYBT #oof thats one weird abbreviation #I promised I would do this at the end of SUF and yall forgot but here it is #Loved that Lapis quote. She right u know #So here's what Ive been doing in the silence lol #FIXED THE ao3 LINK oof

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Reaction to Ghost of The Shadow Market by Cassandra Clare

At first, I wasn’t too excited to read Ghosts of the Shadow Market, which is why it took me so long to read it. I just couldn’t bring myself to read it. But I was surprised, although not all the stories marked my attention the majority of them did. No going to lie Cecil Montclaire I was not excited to read about, but I stan now.

Cast Long Shadow:

● I had liked Matthew from the first time we meet him in Nothing but Shadows and I had heard the rumour that he was Gideon’s bastard, which in my mind the only way that happened is if both Henry and Charlotte knew they wouldn’t be able to have more children and were willing to try other ways. I did not, however, envision that he would go that far to have answers.

● I loooooooooove Jem.

o I was so happy to see him being protective of his friends’ children.

● Matthew, unlike our other heroes, is extremely naïve when it comes to the hate downworlders have towards Nephilim or at least that is the impression I got. Especially for the time, he lives in, which is still only about a decade after the Accords are put in place. It kills me though to have seen his innocence killed the way it was, trusting the wrong faerie.

o Also, that old fairy can take her potion and drink it. I did not, however, realize how important she was. Which is what I love in the end about this book, how the plot in every story is linked.

Every Exquisite Thing:

● This was definitely the hardest one for me to read, maybe because the character of Anna that we were being given was so different from what we knew about her. She had none of the confidence and swagger we had heard or seen before.

● However, I loved Cecily and Gabriel in this one, maybe more than I ever had. Mostly because we get to see them as adults and how supportive they are of their children: Christopher likes to blow stuff up? let’s help him, as long as it’s not our house he blows up; our daughter is a lesbian who wants to look good in pants Gabriel and Cecily argue over what colour of pants would look better on her.

o Although I liked Ariadne, and can understand her point of view, I am happy that Anna refuses to hide who she is and simply marry a man that will try and understand her.

● I can’t help but wonder however what happened to these Lightwoods, rebellious and accepting to turn them into Robert Lightwood and his parents.

● Now about the bigger plot, it did intrigue me that we at this point know more than Jem about what he is looking for, but still know very little in actuality. We don’t know much about Kit’s mother or his ancestor.

● Overall, this one had very little to do with the First Heir storyline and we instead find Jem chasing Tessa’s mysterious father, which probably means said demonic father will be important to the Last Hour storyline. But this is just a guess.

Learn about Loss:

● I think the title has a bit to do with the fact we find out about the lost Herondale and the first Heir that were, at that time using, the last name Loss.

o Might also have to do with Jem coming to terms with Will’s imminent death.

● Looooooved Sister Emilia and I hope we see her again, maybe her meeting Jem with Tessa and little Mia and Kit. But I just want to see how badass she became.

● I hate that Will is close to death and Jem can’t be with him like he wants, although I knew he would eventually die, I am firmly staying in denial.

● That last scene of them together was beautiful though.

● Overall, this is when we are really introduced to The First Heir plot before Jem was chasing for Tessa’s father, but now he starts looking for the lost Herondales. This one and Deeper love is kind of an ending the the ID and LH Crew.

A Deeper Love

● Jem and Tessa!!!!!! Together!!!!!

o But also mourning Will which makes me sad.

● This story is maybe a couple of years after Will’s death, Tessa is trying to move on, but can’t stay in London and watch the rest of her family die, so she enlists.

● Tessa and Catarina getting to have a friendship and help people at the same time is awesome.

● Jem is reckless and gets hurt, but then we get to see him and Tessa, so it is worth it.

● Jem knowing, he can’t be with Tessa right now is heartbreaking, but true.

● Jem and Tessa find out the story about the Lost Herondales from Catarina.

● Overall, I am going, to be honest, this one I did not really like, maybe because it is just after Will’s death, I don’t really know why. But it is kind of a transition from Will and Tessa as a couple to Jem and Tessa.

The Wicked Ones:

● First Off, this is the first one where we read about Jem not understanding feelings or remembering them and it gutted me.

● Meeting Céline was beautiful. I had never had a good opinion of her before and finally getting inside her head was worth it. I apologize for never giving her a second thought before, she is such a strong and sad person who deserved the world, who deserved finding someone who would have loved her, and I saw some of Jace in her. Their absolute love and bad sense of morals, their weakness for a place to belong and their empathy towards downwolders.

o Good riddance with her parents.

● The way Valentine manipulated her and used her is sickening. Far more than with any of the others.

● Stephen Herondale how are you a descendant of Will and James??????!!??!?!?!?!?

● Meeting Rosemary was… enlightening. She loved fiercely, her distrust of shadowhunters is understandable.

o She is definitely not someone I would want to cross.

● Overall, I loved this one, more than the ones before. Meeting Céline and Rosemary, two women willing to do evil for their love is a beautiful parallel. Two strong women who were almost saved, but eventually chose love over anything. It is even more heartbreaking by Jem trying to remember the feeling because he had it once.

Son of the Dawn:

● This is really the story where we only see Brother Zachariah at the beginning, until the institute where we finally see Jem surface. We really get to see how being a silent brother is killing Jem.

● Raphael and Lily are awesome and deserved better.

o I didn’t realize how much I miss Raphael and him refusing to admit to having friendships.

o I wish I had Lily Chen’s ability to come up with nicknames, which is a superpower.

● Yin fen…. How is that shit still around??? Why hasn’t someone destroyed it???? You have to have no morals to sell that shit.

● Baby Lightwoods!!!!!!!!!

o The fact 12-year-old Alec had a crush on Raphael is awesome.

o Baby Max is adorable and so beautiful

o Little Isabelle is as fierce as her older self.

o Tiny Jace deciding on his parabatai the moment he saw him makes me happy.

● I love the fact that Jace was able to remind Jem of Will and Tessa, bring him back from the emotionless state of the Silent Brothers.

● Suddenly my dislike of Robert and Maryse returned. The way they spoke to Raphael is disgusting.

● Overall the story is not that important to the plot of the First Heir and Kit, but it does give us an insight into Jem having to fight to remain human and remember why he became a Silent Brother, to in the end be saved. We also get to see the old crew (minus Simon, Clary, and Magnus) as they were still innocent children.

The Land I Lost:

● I loved this story, mostly because we get the Lightwood-Banes, and Alec being the badass he is.

● Lily Chen is a hilarious and beautiful person and I sooooo wish we had seen more of her during the Mortal Instruments and can’t wait to see more of her in Wicked Power and The Eldest Curse.

o Alec and Lily’s friendship is wholesome and deserves more pages honestly.

o Alec understanding, he has privileges and using it was awesome.

o The fact that Lily totally knew Alec once has a crush on Raphael.

o I think that almost every downwolder has one Nephilim that makes them see Shadowhunters in a different light. For Magnus there was Will, Tessa had the London Institute, Kieran had Cristina, Gwyn had Diana, and Lily has Alec (and kind of Cordelia Carstairs).

● Feral Rafael!!!!!!!

● The fact Alec did not realize he had adopted Rafael warms my heart

● Max being soooooo happy to have a sibling filled my heart.

● Magnus having his moment with Rafael where he just knew, the same way Alec did with Max.

o I do like the parallel with both.

● We finally learn about the old Faerie that gave Matthew the potion that hurts his mother and let me tell you: she can cram her Herondale-anger down her throat and choke on it.

● Jem and Tessa!!!!!! Finally, happy!!!!!!

● Juliette is a queen and not just of the Shadow Market.

● I really love how the storylines and the books are converging more and more. With Juliette and her daughter from the Eldest Curse, Mother Hawthorn and Kit’s storyline.

● Overall, I loved this story not only because we had Alec and Jem with Tessa, but mostly because we get to really see Alec as the man that would move heaven and hell to make the world a better place for his family.

Through Blood, Through Fire:

● This one was not that interesting other than for the details we got about Rosemary since it centers on a story that we already know the ending too. We simply get the final details of Kit’s background.

● As a character I loved Rosemary, someone who would do anything to be free and at the same time would lock herself up for her son. If only Johnny/Jack could have loved his son as much.

● Getting Rosemary’s backstory does let us understand her distrust of shadowhunters and how much she loved Johnny/Jack.

● Overall, we finally get the last bits of detail of the First Heir storyline.

The Lost World:

● Baby Mia.

o I really just want to talk about baby Mia, but other than her almost getting possessed, she is not really the focus of this novel.

● Livy, I fear will become a problem in the future, I feel like she might lose control at some important moment, but that just might be me being negative.

● I really want to know what the Dimmet Tarn is and what it can do.

o I can’t help but think it’s some kind of passage to the afterlife and that’s why Livy is going towards it.

● I already love Irene and can’t wait to see more of her in the future. The fact that she can feel ghosts and other creatures will be useful.

● Poor Ty, I feel like he is trying really hard to punish himself and he can’t understand the emotions he is feeling, so he is just assuming he did something wrong.

● Idris News: I honestly thought that locking themselves up in Idris was the stupidest thing the Cohort had ever done. They can’t hunt demons; they can’t get imports of food and they are totally cut off from the world. How exactly are they going to survive??? The fact they actually have a plan and want to wreak havoc makes sense, but I feel like they are still outnumbered and outgunned.

● Good to see Magnus being the most adult adult.

● Overall, I liked this one, didn’t love it, but it was nice to see the characters. I feel like some points here will be important in Wicked Powers, like the Idris’ News and Dimmet Tarn. Also, Mia.

Forever Fallen:

● Probably the one I was the most excited about reading other than the Land I Lost.

● I love the idea of Thule and the characters having to be brought into the canon universe to fight Janus.

o I can’t wait to see Thule Simon. I mean this is a Simon who has pretty much lost everything and is trying to kill someone who could have once been his friend.

● The fact we got to see a day in the park for the Lightwood-Banes was probably my favourite part.

● I got scared when Max was talking to Janus.

● I feel like Lily Chen and her deal with Janus is going to end horribly, I want to think she is smarter than that, she was taught by Raphael after all, but love makes idiots of us all. So, there might be a plan there, but I am not sure.

● The way Janus thinks reminded me of when the group was shown their deepest desires but twisted when they went to Eden. He lost everything and more than anything wants to protect those he considers family but isn't capable of understanding emotions anymore or morals.

● The Carstairs-Gray household is wholesome and loving and I adore them.

o The fact Kit finally has parents that love and support him.

o I love how much Jem and Tessa consider Kit their son.

o Mia and Kit!!!!!!!!!!!!

● However, I do feel like the ending was ominous towards the fact the Kit will eventually have to become or do something because of being the descendant of the first heir. They said he wasn’t an heir technically, but he did throw the Riders across a field in QOAAD, therefore I think he has more power then they imagine but it's locked inside of him.

● Overall, I loved it, it leaves us wanting more of the MI and AD crew, for which we will have to wait and foreshadow that the First Heir storyline will be important to Wicked Powers. I love the way it ties the plot of the entire book, which was finding and protecting the First Heir into Jem and Tessa finally getting their happy ending with their two beautiful children.

Overall:

I love pretty much anything Cassandra Clare writes especially in the Shadowhunter world. I would recommend this book, mostly because it ties into the storyline we will be reading in Wicked Powers and gives us an insight into Matthew and Anna, as well as the fact that Tessa’s demonic father will be important.

It is a nice between while we read The Last Hour series and wait for the Wicked Powers.

In cases like this series you pretty much have to read all the books, because sometimes there are small details that are important to the whole storyline in every book and novel, however, individually I would recommend:

● The Wicked Ones:

● The Land I Lost

● Forever Fallen.

For the Last Hour Storyline:

● Cast Long Shadows

● Every Exquisite Thing

For the First Heir Storyline (The reason I separate this one from Wicked Powers is that it doesn’t foreshadow anything about the storyline it just explains the First Heir, but the First Heir will probably be important to the Wicked Powers Storyline):

● Learn about Loss

● A Deeper Love

● Wicked One

● The Land I lost

● Through Blood, Through Fire

The Wicked Powers Storyline:

● The Lost World

● Forever Fallen

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Thru These Tears - LH

Pairings: reader x Luke Hemmings

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none ?

A/N: hello welcome to my ..... first piece of writing. You guys really do not understand how nervous I am to post this. If you guys have ANY feedback.. and I mean any at all, please give it to me, positive or negative i don't care, give me feedback! Also if you genuinely enjoy it, share it with your friends! give this a reblog pleASE because positive feedback with give me motivation to write more. but yeah, i really hope y’all like this. -G

Added note: yes this was kinda sorta inspired by the song Thru These Tears by LANY -G

Another night spent laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Luke’s head was filled with thoughts of you, per usual. Like clockwork, he decided he’s had enough so the next thing he knew, he was dragging himself out of bed, throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie along with whatever shoes. Making his way down the stairs, keys in hand, Luke made his way out to his car. He was having another sleepless night, thoughts and memories of you just running through his head. The break up may have happened a month ago, but to Luke, this feels like the hundreth night he’s laid in this bed thinking about you and only you.

“Is she thinking about me too? Does she ever think about me? Who am I kidding, she has to think about me. I was such a big part of her life, she wouldn’t forget about me just like that. She couldn’t just forget about me, right?” His mind races with thoughts like those and many others.

“I was so good to her, it couldn’t have been me. It’s her loss, I gave her everything.” He’d mumble to himself, thinking about all the nights he came home late, bringing you whatever snacks or fast food you wanted, flowers just because he loved you, small gifts because they reminded him of you. He hated to be that guy but he did so much for you and you were totally appreciative but despite what you’ve told him all this time he can’t help but wonder, was it not enough for you? He didn’t mean it like an asshole, he just doesn’t see how this could be his fault. He knows what you said that day, he heard your reasons but there were just so many what ifs in his head still.

He let out a sigh as his attention was averted to the little diner on the corner upon stopping at a red light. That was you guys’ spot. You’d be there at 3am while you’re both still drunk, you’d both catch breakfast there if he had an early flight going out or coming in,

“C’mon! Hurry, babe, I’m hungry.” You’d whine as you waited for your drunk boyfriend to stumble his way out of the uber.

“M’hurryin’.” he’d hum as he made his way to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him,

“What are you doin’? I wanna go eat, my love.” You’d pout and pull your eyes up to meet his, a grin spreading across his lips per usual whenever you called him a pet name.

“You’re just so beautiful and I love you so damn much,” he’d state, grin never leaving his lips. A smile would now spread across your lips as you brought your hand up to cup his cheek gently, thumb running across his cheekbone gently, just the way he liked as you mumbled a simple, “I love you,” in response as he leaned down and placed a delicate kiss to your lips, enjoying the feeling of you melting into him.

He was pulled from his thoughts as he heard a car horn from behind him and he proceeded to press his foot on the gas and be on his way. It was kind of funny because he had no set destination, he just wanted to go. He didn’t even know why. It doesn’t matter where he is, in the house, out of the house, at the grocery store, it all reminds him of you and he’s very well aware of that but still, he wanted out. He wanted out of the home you both once shared with all the memories that were created between the two of you because a lot of the time it was just too overwhelming. Everything around him was just constant reminders of you. The counter you would be sat on with him between your legs, many kisses shared between the two of you, the blank spaces on the wall that once had pictures in frames of the two of you, the corner of the couch he’d constantly find you curled up in while wearing one of his hoodies, the bed where he made love to you or where you guys would stay up late doing God knows what.

The clock on the wall struck 3:30 in the morning, you and Luke were still up. You were just laying in bed together, some random sitcom on TV in the background as white noise. He was laid on his back, lazily playing with your fingers and you were laying on your side with your head propped up on your arm, watching him.

“You complete me,” He admitted.

“Huh?” You hummed in response which made him let out a lazy chuckle

“You complete me,” he’d start “Being with you is so different than anyone else I’ve been with. I feel whole. I feel grounded and you just give me a sense that no matter what, it’ll be okay. The way you care about me and the way you love me is just… so different, I’ve never felt this with anyone else. It feels nice. I feel as if you’re the one. I feel complete.” He’d end with a small shrug as if it was no big deal but to you it was, that meant a lot to you as you were sure it would any human.

You laced your fingers together with his gently causing him to avert his gaze up to meet yours so he could see the small smile on your face,

“I’m so glad that you feel that way because the feeling is mutual. You make me feel at home and I promise I love you more than words can explain,” You’d explain which would put the biggest smile on his face. His only response would be to tangle his fingers in your hair gently and bring your face close to his so he could kiss you.

These memories, they were all too much. Everything was so clear when you were with him. So many nights spent staying up late, talking about marriage, kids, just everything and anything in the future. Everything you guys were about to build together seemed so clear, it was all right in front of you both and now it was nothing like that. It was all lost. You were out of sight but you most definitely were not out of mind. He acknowledges that driving doesn’t do much though, he knows he’s just going to end up driving around the same spots where you guys used to hang out together. It was all just more memories of you and him for him to fill his head with. So many things were going through his head. It was the same stuff as always, he just wishes he could’ve helped you. He wishes he could fix it all.

The thought of the night you left had Luke hitting the brakes. Head in his hands, he just wanted it all to make sense. Everything was a blur, his mind was foggy. He put his head back against the seat, fingers tangling themselves in his golden curls. Once again, his eyes flooded with tears. The night you left him you cried your goodbyes out on his shoulder. It didn’t seem real for either of you. The feeling of him getting to hold you one last time never left his mind. He remembers it so vividly it was like it happened 5 minutes ago.

“Luke, this just isn’t me! This isn’t the life for me.” You explained through tears and he let out a defeated sigh,

“I don’t know what you expected. I told you this might happen.” He said.

“I know that, but I didn’t think it’d be like this.. I didn’t think it would be this hard to handle.” You retorted as you looked down.

“So that’s it then? You’re done? Just like that?” He questioned, him saying those things just solidified what you’re really doing. You were leaving the love of your life. You felt so stupid doing this but you also felt like you had to do this for yourself.

Now he feels so lost. He spends nearly every night driving around with hopes that one time it’ll actually clear his mind. He still feels the hurt and he feels it just as much as he did the night you left. Luke wonders to himself if he’ll ever get back to himself. Will he ever not hurt this bad? Part of him feels like he can recover from this, but he knows for a fact that he won’t be the same without you.

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Rookie of the Year: 1 - LH

So I think I’m gonna make this 5 parts.....maybe more depending on what I decide to do. But this is such a concept that I live for.

“Hemmings, tuck your elbow in and sit back more. Your ass is hanging out too far. You’re losing your balance,” his coach said as they went through batting practice. The team split up into three groups as some went to the other practice fields, Luke standing in the group of starters a bit nervous since he was the only freshman on his college team that was expected to start...and as a pitcher. To say he was shitting himself would be an understatement.

They were taking it easy on their light practice since tomorrow would be the first day of preseason and they needed everyone to rest, especially since they’d be playing all weekend. They wanted to get everyone in for a good rotation before keeping the lineups permanent for the beginning of the season.

Luke did as he was told as one of the assistant coaches tossed him the ball much slower than an actual pitch, a loud crack heard as he sent it up and over the fence of the game field, a huge smile plastered on his coach’s face as his eyes followed the ball silently thanking the gods his pitcher could hit. He was one of the top recruits in the country the previous year, choosing to stay local and attend UCLA on a full scholarship for all four years. It was a win win situation.

It was still a bit chilly out considering it was early February, everyone dressed in there baseball pants and cleats with a team sweatshirt on over that that sported a pretty ‘UCLA’ across the front in a yellowish gold over the baby blue material of the sweater. Unlike most of the others, Luke didn’t have his hood or hat on, not even wearing his hat letting his freshly washed curls dance all over the place. He didn’t really fancy the hats, usually only wearing them during games because he hated the sunglasses even more. It was just a distraction.

He made his way to the back of the line noticing a girl leaning against the fence on the inside of the field watching him, black high waisted jeans pulled up over her navel, crop top on just over her chest with a red flannel on. Her hair was up in a messy bun, but it suited her. He couldn’t tell exactly what expression her face held, lips held in a straight line until she bit down on her bottom lip.

“Isn’t this a closed practice?” he asked to one of the boys in front of him. Ashton, a junior catcher, turning to see who he was looking at catching a glimpse of the girl, a small smirk adorning his face when he registered who it was and why she was standing there, although he’d never tell Luke.

“That’s y/n, the coach’s little sister. She’s a sophomore here,” he said back as Luke turned to face him a bit startled, regretting his question. ”You ever see Remember the Titans?”

“The football movie?” he asked seeing Ashton nod. “What about it?”

“Think of her as Sheryl. She takes baseball really fucking seriously. She made Joey cry after the first preseason game last year because he missed a grounder and let the other team get a double.” He explained as they inched further up the line. “She’s ruthless, but knows her shit. Barnes let her on the coaching staff, mostly doing stats.”

“Why doesn’t she just play softball…?” he asked.

“She had a bad accident going into freshman year last year...she can’t. No one talks about it. Coach freaks out every time someone brings it up.” He explained as they made it to the front of the line, Ashton going to take his turn. Luke turned his head once again looking at her seeing she’d made her way to the dugout grabbing a couple snacks that the coach had brought before making her way to the coach, her brother.

“Alright, freshman, hit another homer and we’re done” his coach said, Luke jumping quickly grabbing the bat getting back on the mound. He did his little pre bat routine, hitting the bat off the toe of his cleats and swinging it around before getting into position with his elbow tucked in as his coach had previously said before. He waited for his other coach to toss the ball seeing it was a real pitch this time and not just a toss, Luke waiting for the perfect moment before swinging, the ball flying out over the fence. His teammates cheered as he could hear his coach muttering a ‘told you’ to his sister as she rolled her eyes laughing. It was music to his ears.

The boys went to the dugout packing up their things after being officially dismissed , most getting ready to quickly shower before running off to class or grab some lunch, Luke staying instead to practice his pitches, gathering up a bucket of balls to use.

“I wouldn’t do that” he heard a female voice say from behind him, Luke quickly turning to see y/n standing there with her hands in her pockets, eyes quickly looking over his entire frame before resting on his face. “First preseason game starts tomorrow and it’s gonna set the tone for the entire season. You’ll tire your arm out practicing and you’ll be useless. Nicky needs you tomorrow because he doesn’t have a pitcher that’s balls have actually dropped yet aside from yours. You need to go stretch your shoulder and then ice it. And then you’re gonna heat it in the morning and stretch again before we leave, and the heatit in Portland.”

“You’re a bit bossy aren’t you” he said back, a blush immediately creeping up his face shocked he said that out loud as she raised her eyebrows pushing her hip out so the side as her weight shifted drastically to her left leg nearly taking her right leg off the ground.

“I like to win, and so doesn’t Nicky. Don’t fuck it up by making a rookie mistake. You’re the best shot we have at winning the championship this season, Hemmings, so best believe I’m gonna be on your ass until there’s a ring on my finger,” she said almost giving him a compliment as she crossed her arms.

“H-how do you know my name?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows a bit shocked.

“Who do you think told Nicky to recruit you?” she asked shrugging. “I help him with scouting. I’m a stats person, unlike Nicky...your pitching average is unbelievable. You set records for being a prep school pitcher. Your stats are even better than some MLB players. Batting could get better but with the way you hit today, I wouldn’t be worried. You’ve got great potential,” she said before turning headed back to the fence where she came from that lead back to campus. “Go ice your shoulder Hemmings. I’ll be checking in later.”

“So, Michael heard from Mitch who heard from Brian who heard from Jack who said that Ashton said he saw you talking to Coach Barnes’s sister today after practice,” Calum said smirking as Luke rolled his eyes rubbing the towel through his hair rapidly trying to towel dry it. He had a pair of grey sweatpants hanging off his hips. “What’d she say?”

“She reprimanded me for trying to practice” he grumbled still a bit annoyed that she told him what to do, but he did it anyways, his muscles actually feeling a lot better after he did so. “What’s her deal anyways?”

“Well, this is what I heard from Ashton since he grew up with Nick and y/n, but I guess the summer before she started here, she was in a tournament for softball and she tore her rotator cuff in the middle of her high school state tournament. So her coach called an ambulance to take her to the hospital because I think Ashton said they had made the tournament as well for the NCAA and were in Florida, and on the way to the hospital the ambulance crashed, shattered some bones in her throwing arm and her leg. Was told she couldn’t play again.”

“Wow…” he said softly frowning as Calum nodded. “That’s seriously shitty luck. Why didn’t her parents just take her to the hospital?”

“Coach’s parents have been dead for years mate, died when he was a student here,” Calum sighed. “But whatever she reprimanded you about, listen to her. She knows what she’s talking about...she doesn’t just yell at anyone. Maybe she fancies you.”

“Oh totally,” Luke said sarcastically while rolling his eyes as he heard a knock on the door. He sighed softly going to open it, blushing when his eyes met with the girl they had previously just been talking about. He hadn’t noticed that she only came up just below his shoulders. She had to tilt her head up to look at him.

“Did you do what I said?” she asked, Calum chuckling softly in the background deciding to put on a pair of shoes and sweatshirt so he could leave them be.

“How did you find out where I live?” he stammered noticing how bare his body really was in that moment.

“Smooth mate” Calum mumbled. “Y/n, wonderful to see you again. If you two will excuse me, I’m going to go visit my girlfriend.” He said slipping out of the room

“You didn’t answer my question” she said after a minute of silence.

“Yea, well you didn’t answer mine” he said frowning pouting slightly. He didn’t even know he did it half the time. It just happened naturally. She hesitated for a moment, watching his lip jut out slightly. She knew she was lying to herself when she said she had no interest in the baby pitcher, using baseball as her cover up to be around him. She knew that Nicholas, her brother, knew it too, but he wouldn’t admit to it. He was just happy she was starting to show an interest in something that wasn’t a baseball or a bat. She was finally starting to open up after a year and a half from her accident.

“I found out from Nicky. I said I had to follow up with you about something from earlier and it was less creepy than taking your number from his phone. And if it wasn’t Nicky, I would’ve asked Ashton. Did you do what I said?” she said, a sassy tone laced in all her words. He loved it.

“Yes, yes,” he said quickly feeling like he was explaining himself to his mother. “You really are bossy, you know. Do you do this to everyone?” he said as she rolled her eyes.

“I'm just making sure you’re on your a game tomorrow, Luke.” she said patting his chest ignoring his second question since she had never done this to any of the guys on the team. “And go put a shirt on. I’ll see you for breakfast.”

“And what time is breakfast, Barnes?” he asked crossing his arms watching her walk off for the second time that day. He had to force himself to keep his eyes on the back of her head and not move down to her ass, although he had already done that earlier and knew she had a very, very nice ass.

“Six thirty, sharp. Tell Hood too. His ass always sleeps in too late” she said before getting into the elevator. He sighed softly shaking his head before turning back inside the door to finish his homework so he could submit it first thing in the morning before they left.

#luke hemmings #baseball!luke #baseball!au #5sos #5sos imagine #luke hemmings imagine #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagines #hemmings #lh

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agirlhasnonamehotd · 7 years

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Designated Driver

Mark x MC

With appearances from Cole, Horatio, and Ben

(I’m so sorry I’ve been missing from the LH world. It was Homecoming week, and I’ve been swamped with work… but I managed to write this short fic. I’m still working on rewriting Chapter 3 of Book 1…but enjoy this in the meantime!)

It’s 3:00 a.m. when you finally get the call. You roll over and grab your cell phone.

Mark.

“Babe?” you answer sleepily.

“Wha…what…d-don’t call me baaabe”

There’s rambling in the background. You recognize Ben and Cole’s voices.

Oh, boy.

“Hello?” you say patiently.

“H…shhhh, quiet you guuuys…. Hi is this Uber?”

No, jackass, this is your girlfriend-you want to say. However, in the depths of the early morning hours, you’re feeling particularly wicked. Your mouth curls into a mischievous grin.

“Why yes, it is,” you reply, “Do you need service?”

“WHOA…whoa, lady,” Mark slurs his warning, “Calm down with the service…we need…rides.”

“Okay, sir. Where are you?”

“We’re…guys, where are we?”

You sit up in bed and roll your eyes as you hear the three of them trying to make sense of their surroundings. You know where they are – Mark told you he was having boy’s night at the usual spot. You also know he must be shitfaced if he confused your number for the Uber App.

“We’re…at….at the Double Tap,” he finally answers. “Be there shortly,” you say

Once you hang up you rub your hands together. You feel like you did when you were five in a candy store: This will be a treat. From your closet you pull a pair of glasses and a blond wig – part of last year’s Halloween costume. You put them on along with an old college sweatshirt. One look in the mirror, plus knowing how wasted they are, confirms they won’t notice a thing.

Driving to the bar you are in good spirits. It’s not often you get an opportunity like this. When you get there, you see them.

It’s hard not to.

Ben, Mark, and Cole all attempting to breakdance on the sidewalk. Chaperoned by Horatio. You know it’s horrible. You know. But you pull out your phone and take a quick video. Blackmail.

When you get out of the car and approach them, Horatio does a double take. You put your finger to your lips and wink; he understands.

“Uber transportation for Mark Collins?” you say in a bored, tired sort of voice.

Mark gets up from a bad attempt at floor rocking and nearly falls back over. He looks at you sideways and blinks several times.

“That’s…that’s me,” he points to himself, “I’m …. that dude.”

You point to your car and directly avoid Horatio’s stare. If you look at him you’ll dissolve into a giggle fit. This is too good. You watch the boys stumble towards your car. Ben tries to open the car door. And tries. And tries.

“Ben,” Horatio calls to him, “that’s the gas compartment!”

Ben looks at it for several seconds before moving his hand to the actual handle. He opens the door and throws it open with such force it makes you flinch. The three practically climb over each other to get into the backseat. When they close the door you see Cole press his face to the window. Horatio then turns to you.

“Dani, what are you doing?” he asks.

“If I must be D.D,” you explain, “I might as well have a little fun.”

You expect Horatio to express dissent. However, when you turn around and Cole now has his ass pressed to the glass he nods.

“Are the child safety locks on?”

“Nope, I want to see at least one of them tuck and roll from the car,” you respond in jest.

“I want to hear this tale tomorrow,” he says to you with a small smile.

You give Horatio a pat on the shoulder and go back to the car. Once you ensure your passengers are wearing seatbelts (it takes Mark three tries and a pinched finger) you head first to Ben’s place.

“So, gentlemen,” you begin casually, “did you have a good evening?”

“Oh…we…. yes. That’s a yes,” Ben nods vigorously.

“We…are…we’re….” Cole laughs at himself “motherfucking legends. Youuuu…. lady… are driving….l…legends.”

In the rearview mirror you see Cole attempt to high five Mark. Instead, he hits him in the face. Mark screams bloody murder.

“OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, dude…,” he cries out, “that hurt…you…you broke my face! How will D…D…Dani like me now?”

At this you smile. Mark’s face is fine, but he claws at it as if he’s been mauled.

“Mr. Collins, who is Dani?” You ask curiously.

The back seat gets quiet. You see the three boys look at each other.

“Dani’s my girl…person,” he says with a drunken grin.

“But you’re not like…exclusive, are you, handsome?” you say suggestively.

Ben scoffs from the backseat. Cole looks outraged. But Mark? Mark gets this soft look on his inebriated face.

“I…a-am…off the…market,” he stutters, “We are…ex…ex… you can’t have me.”

“Dani’s the bestest,” Ben adds in, “trust me, I kinda know see when…M…Mark and her were…well before they were …”

“Ben Ben Ben,” Cole spits out, “do…don’t talk about that time you bent Dani ov- “

“WHOA!” Mark interjects holding his hands over his ears. You are intensely grateful for this.

“Guys…guys…” he says. He then looks at you through the rearview mirror. Though his eyes are bleary from the alcohol, you see purpose in them.

“Dani…. Dani’s like…my bff…and my gf…she’s…like…. she’s like my….”

“Sex goddess?” Cole fills in with a hiccup.

“Well…that tooooooo,” Mark agrees, “but she’s so…. special…and I just love her…so so much…”

You hear a sniffle from the back seat. Ben. With a tear slipping down his face.

“That’s…. sooo beautiful man,” he murmurs as he wipes his face.

“Yeah…but…but let’s not forget that boooodaayyyy,” Cole sings drunkenly, “she’s so scrumptious- OW”

Mark punches Cole’s arm. Hard.

“Don’t… you talk about her like that.”

You feel Mark’s eyes on the back of your head.

“L…listen lady,” he says pointedly, “I’m fl…fl…it’s cool you think I’m attr…hot, but…I’m a one-man woman.”

It takes everything in you to refrain from laughing.

“I understand, sir.”

Shortly after you arrive at Ben’s apartment complex. He tips you, and crawls up the steps to the front door. After three attempts with his keys he finally gets in. From there it’s a short drive to Mark and Cole’s place; most of it is spent with the two attempting to sing the theme song from Cheers. It’s mostly gibberish. Finally, you reach their complex. You stop the car and turn around in your seat.

“This Dani sounds like a lucky woman,” you muse.

“No….wroooonggg…” Mark declares with a forceful head shake, “I’m luck…lucky. She’s my world.”

He looks at you and then at Cole, who is fumbling with the door. At last Cole gets it open and the two exit with difficulty. You get out to watch them – afraid of them falling down the steps. As they open the door Mark turns and waves.

“Nighty night Uber lady!” he exclaims.

And then he’s gone.

You stand out there a few minutes; pull the wig from your head. A huge smile spreads across your face. Laughter and a good joke were your goals for the evening. Instead, even in his drunken state, Mark’s left you with that warm, fuzzy feeling of which he is a master.

Eventually you get back to your place and crawl into bed. You find it hard to sleep, though, because his words replay in your head.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next afternoon, Mark appears at your door. He’s in sweats, holding his head, looking a little worse for the wear. You open the door wide and watch him walk past you and plop down on the sofa. He groans when his head hits the pillow.

“Rough night?” you ask him.

His only response is to nod and pat the cushion beside him. You follow his gesture and as soon as you’re beside him, his head is on your lap. He places a hand on your knee and lets out a content whimper when you massage his temple.

“I…will never drink again,” he mutters.

“Well, that’s a lie,” you laugh, “what happened?”

“Cole …. seven rounds of red Herring.”

“None of you pulled a Jack of Hearts, did you?” you tease.

Mark groans again.

“Dani…I love you,” he replies, “but for that I kind of hate you.”

You smile down at the precious, hungover, hunk of man.

“Anything else happen?”

Mark opens his eyes and squints against the light, deep in thought.

“Yeah…actually,” he muses, “our Uber driver hit on me.”

You do your best to sound surprised.

“What?! Was it a dude?!”

“No, a chick…blond….and she asked me if I was available, sorta,” he tells you.

“Oh, that’s awkward,” you respond with a chuckle.

Mark turns over on his back and looks straight up at you. He reaches up and touches your cheek; presses his fingertips to your lips. You kiss them gently.

“It was, but …I told her I have the perfect woman. I don’t need anyone or anything else.”

The words warm your heart all over again. Mark sits up momentarily to kiss you; then flops right back onto your lap. You spend the afternoon caressing his face and playing with his hair as he slips in and out of slumber. It hits you as you watch him smile in his sleep. Whether Mark is drunk, hungover, or sober… You’re certain. You are his world just as much as he is yours. Life will always be amazing with him in it.

#pixelberry #play choices #choices the stories you play #lovehacks #lovehacks mark #mark collins #lovehacks cole #lovehacks ben #mark x mc

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bunnybubae · 7 years

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(M) Naughty Behaviour | LHS

Pairing: Reader x Wonho

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Orgasm denial - Oral - Light bondage - Dry humping - Dirty talk - Breath play.

She knelt in front of him, staring at the shot glass placed inside the zipper of his pants. It was the first time she participated in a bodyshots challenge, but her earlier drinks helped her to feel disinhibited. The high volume of music seemed to be a mere background noise, like the screams of the crowd cheering around her. She wanted to show him that she was perfectly able to seduce him, that she was able to let him surrender. Shin Hoseok is the kind of guy who will hardly allow you to dominate, he will let you believe that you have everything under control and then he will bend you to his will. An erotic game that did not mind her, but the idea of reversing the roles was tempting.

She bowed her head, ready to lick the salt off the boy's sculpted abs and then she quickly moved on the glass, tightening her lips around it. She stared straight into his eyes, enjoying the expression he had in his features before she quickly pulled her head back. She swallowed down the content of the shot glass that she held tight between her lips and felt the tequila slip down her throat, leaving a burning sensation. She looked up, staring at Hoseok's lips while sucking the lime's clove completly before kissing him greedily, certain that he was tasting the residue of the shot on her tongue. When she felt two great hands pull her against that marble body, she decided to stop the kiss. She looked at him with a satisfied smile, aware of being successful in her intent. Surprisingly Hoseok did not tried to hold her still, then she went away as the noise of the party returned strong and clear. After this small victory, she decided to go to the bathroom to cool off and calm down a bit, but returning to the party somebody grabbed her for the wrist, pulling her into one of the frat bedrooms. She found herself with her back resting against the door, with Hoseok's arms on the sides of her head. "Do you really think you can leave me with a boner in front of everyone?" Hoseok fixes his eyes on her, as a predator would fix his eyes on his prey, whispering in a tone of challenge. Though she craved his hands on her, she decided to resist him. "Do you really need so little to lose your mind?" Hoseok chuckled as if he had never heard anything more fun, then he returned serious. "Do I have to remind you what happens to naughty girls like you?" He completely cancel the distance between them, pressing his muscular body against her. Their faces were a few inches away. She doesn't answer while staring into his brown eyes. She swallows, feeling her safety shaking for a moment and a throbbing sensation between her legs. "Where has all that confidence gone, babygirl? Mh?" Hoseok continued to tease her putting his thigh in the middle of her legs. She stiffens slightly to the sudden pressure in such a sensitive spot. "Look, I did not even touch you and you're already surrendering." His voice was hoarse and intoxicating for her ears. She breathes heavily trying to fight against the growing desire to succumb to his will and not letting him do whatever he wants with her body. "If you think this is enough to make me lose control-" He quickly wheeled her on the spot, pressing his bulge forcefully against her lower back. She gasped while surprise and arousal began to take control over her body. "I must admit it, babygirl...I'm aroused by the idea that you are trying to resist me with all your strength-" He started to rub his boner on her, slowly but forcefully. "But when you beg... I find it even more arousing." "Hoseok-" She groaned softly, trying to withstand a little longer but at this point, she was panting and completely wet. She hated it, she hated the power he had on her. One side of his lips lifted up, forming a wicked smirk on his face. He continued to rub his clothed boner on her body, leaving a trail of kisses and small bites along her shoulder and neck, as she continued to hold back small groans to not give him any kind of satisfaction. "Strip and lie down...And spread those pretty legs for me." He moved away, leaving her panting in front of the door. Then he grabbed the chair in front of the room desk to place it in front of the bed, sitting down and waiting for her to accomplish his orders. She decided to listen. Purposely rocking her curves to tease him a little. She rested on the bed completely naked, spreading her legs wide open in his direction to allow him to see how aroused she was just because of that simple physical contact of a few moments ago. "Touch yourself." With no hesitation, eager to relieve her cravings, she brought her hand between her legs. Her own juices were covering her fingers and she started to touch her clit slowly. She began to feel some relief, she was already feeding his ego so she concentrated on her pleasure trying to not make too many sounds. "Look at me." Hoseok continued to watch her from his chair. One hand was resting on top of his pulsating bulge, squeezing it from time to time. His greedy eyes were wandering on every inch of her naked body, printing that beautiful scene in his memory for later. She was so caught on her pleasure that she just ignored his last order. Her hand was faster and faster while she feelt her climax approaching. She didn't even noticed that meanwhile he had loosened his belt, walking toward the bed for her. In a matter of seconds she had her hands tied with that belt behind her back and she felt her orgasm fading away replaced by frustration. "Hoseok i was so close-" "Did you really think i was going to let you cum that fast?" His voice was stern when he helped her sitting on the edge of the bed. "You where going so well princess... But you just decided to be naughty, don't you?" She was looking at him. Trailing every protruding vein of his strong arms while he was taking off his boxers. His dick slapped on his stomach and the sound seemed to turn her on even more. "Untie me, i want to touch you." The neediness in her voice was clear, she knew she sounded desperate but she didn't care anymore, she just wanted to feel him. "Why don't you use that mouth of yours instead." He pumped his fist around his shaft a couple of times and she was biting her lower lip just imagining the taste of his precum on her tongue, his tip hitting her throat, and she found herself clenching her walls around nothing just by the thought. She opened her mouth for him, ready to take his dick all the way in as he buried himself inside. A long moan leaving his parted lips as the warmth and the wetness soaked his length perfectly. Hoseok started to move his hips slowly, her nose almost hitting his stomach as the tip of his dick stimulated the back of her throat multiple times. Some tears started to form on the edges of her half-lidded eyes while she tried to relax her throat to ease the pain. He held her head still with both his hands to maintain control of his movements, making sure to let her feel every inch of his twitching dick as he cursed. He quickened his pace, every thrust was faster enough to not choke her. Until he came out of her mouth with a pop sound. She gasped for some fresh air, panting heavily. The cold air of the room started to cool off her heated body and she already missed his touch on her skin. Like if he was reading her mind he placed her on her stomach. She felt his wet lips tracing an immaginary line from the center of her shoulders to the center of her dimples of Venus, leaving goosebumps behind that silky touch. She knew those dimples had an extremely erotic power on him, for some reason. "H-Hoseok please." Her voice was a soft whisper while he positioned himself above her back, teasing her dripping core with the tip of his cock. He smirked, leaning down to whisper into her ear. "Please what." "Please fuck me!" Just like he was waiting for those simple words he thrusted inside her and a loud moan left her lips. She felt a sting sensation at the sudden presence inside of her, but the pain was quickly replaiced by blissfull pleasure. Hoseok waited a couple of seconds until he felt her body relaxing. His thrusts were too slow and she desperately tried to move her hips back to meet his, wanting to feel more and more. Hoseok pushed her hips onto the bed to keep her motionless. One of his hand grabbed the belt cautiously tied around her wrists, using it as it was a rein. Their bodies where already covered by sweat as his pace became insanely fast, gripping her hips and slapping her ass from time to time while they moaned in complete pleasure. She felt her orgasm approaching fast one more time. "Please- I'm so close let me cum-" She cried out between her powerful thrusts and he took the opportunity to lift her body up to make her back rest against his chest. "Just because you asked it so nicely, babygirl ..." He panted out while sneaking his arms around her shaking body. His left hand grabbed her neck, tightening his grip around it a bit while his other hand headed down on her clit. The lack of air in her lungs added to the circular movements on her clit, made the pleasure too much to handle and after a few moments she came hard around his cock. Her walls clenched it aroud it while she moaned his name so loud that anyone who had passed close to their room could clearly hear her screaming. "Fuck-" Hoseok felt his lenght completly devoured by her walls and he grunted at the feeling. His hand lefted her neck to grab her shoulder instead and she gasped as she gained the capacity to breath again. She was still shaking for the strong orgasm but he kept thrusting inside of her even faster to reach his own release. After a couple of minutes his thrusts became sloppy and less frantic and a string of curses left his mouth. She felt his twitching dick and the warmth of his load covering every nerve inside of her. They were a complete mess at this point and they tried to calm down a bit before they could move. Hoseok came out slowly and loosened his belt around her wrists, finally releasing them. She massaged her aching skin while he left tender kisses all over her shoulder. "I did not really want you to untie me ... I just wanted to see how far you could go." She confessed weakly as she got off the bed to take her clothes. "I know princess ... Next time i'll make sure to bring your favorite blindfold, mh?" Hoseok teased her, with that familiar smirk on his face, knowing to hit a weak spot. She smiled back, he really knows how to make her feel good. Maybe after all, she did not really want to dominate him, but she will definitely pretend to want to, if this would have been the result.

#monstax #monstax smut #kpop smut #smut #monsta x wonho #wonho #shin hoseok #wonho smut #fic

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