#staring at the ceiling and wondering what I'll do once my job is no longer “learning for free-ish”

[fennthetalkingdog]

My flavor of giftedness isn't gifted kid burnout, my flavor is "never quite burned out but now is stressing because academics aren't the same as the real world and while I'm good at academics I'm horrible at real world stuff so I'm desperately trying to find a career that's somewhat close so I don't utterly fail whenever I get a job"

[silverynight]

The roommate

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Part XVIII

Without even noticing what he's doing, Izuku starts pacing around the room; the blanket is still over his shoulders, firmly wrapped all over him.

And then he starts rambling like when he was a teen and wanted to analyze a particular quirk out loud.

"So we know they can mimic another person and make themselves look exactly like them," he mumbles, ignoring the concern written on his boyfriends' faces. "But we don't know to what extent; I didn't see them use Kirishima's quirk while I was with them. We also don't know–"

"Izuku, I think you should rest for a while first... we can discuss this later," Shoto says, stepping a little bit closer to him, but he gets ignored again.

"We don't know how they mimic them. Do they have to touch them? Look at them? Is there another way to activate their quirk? And they probably didn't choose the victims' partners but their friends so they didn't notice there was something weird going on immediately..."

"Izuku!" Katsuki is suddenly in front of him, hands over his shoulders, narrowing his eyes. "Go to sleep. You need to."

His irritated voice and the light touch is enough to snap Izuku out of it.

"You're right, sorry," he nods and sees the moment Katsuki's attitude changes immediately. There's only concern in his red eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you were–"

"It's okay, I understand."

"Listen, Izuku, I know what you were trying to say and I think it's a good idea to look into," Shoto assures him. "I'll try to get someone to find something about mimic quirks, alright? But for now I want to focus on who found the body of the girl because there's nothing on the record."

Izuku starts rubbing his temples because that sounds like a nightmarish amount of work and for a moment he's glad that's not his job.

Is he making them work even more for his silly theories? Maybe he should calm down; it's obvious they know more about it than he does.

"Perhaps–"

"It's okay, they're good ideas," Shoto cuts him off, as if he's been reading his mind. He kisses him on the lips before adding: "Now get some sleep."

Izuku is tired, but it's still early; he should be at work, although he understands why he can't go back that day.

"Kacchan should sleep first. I'll stay awake."

"Nah, I'm not going to sleep if Shoto leaves... I won't–"

"We said we'd take care of each other," Izuku reminds them, narrowing his eyes at Katsuki. "Trust me. Besides, we're inside the apartment and I don't think they'll come back anytime soon."

Shoto gives in first and gives Izuku a hug.

"Okay, but if anything happens, call me, alright?"

"I will."

He leaves. Katsuki is still frowning; Izuku knows he's stubborn, but he can be that too, when it's necessary.

"I don't want anything to happen to you. You know that, right?"

"I appreciate your concern," Izuku assures him, feeling a lot less irritated now. He even gives Katsuki a kiss on the cheek. "But I can take care of both of us. I won't leave the apartment."

"Okay, right. Fine, I'm sorry," Katsuki nods, finally giving in. "I'll go to the bedroom and try to get some sleep."

"That's my Kacchan!"

Katsuki can't even hold back a smile; he pulls Izuku into his arms and gives him a kiss on the lips.

"But what if I want you to come with me?"

"Sleep first," Izuku says firmly, even though that sounds tempting.

***

When it's time for Izuku to sleep he finds himself staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, wondering about the stranger's quirk. That's not his job, he knows that and instead he should focus on work or actually thinking about something relaxing for once, but he can't.

He started reading the files in Katsuki's laptop, but couldn't bring himself to focus either... so now that his boyfriend is awake and making lunch for the both of them, Izuku can't bring himself to close his eyes.

However, he sleeps eventually because his body is just too tired to stay awake for much longer.

But he doesn't have good dreams; he's in a labyrinth full of mirrors and from one of them comes out an Izuku that even though looks exactly like him is also completely different.

When the Izuku from the mirror starts chasing him and calling out his name he runs, but there's nowhere to hide and–

"Izuku!"

He's getting closer, Izuku doesn't know what to do or why this is happening to him–

"Izuku, wake up!"

He does, he sits on the bed, breathing hard and still scared, but the person sitting on the bed next to him is not another Izuku: it's his Katsuki.

"Kacchan!"

"Shh... it was just a nightmare, Izuku." Katsuki hugs him and Izuku must admit that he even pulls him closer because his scent makes him feel better.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine."

For a moment, it looks like Katsuki is going to argue, but he shakes his head and says instead:

"Come, let's eat something."

They do. Izuku feels better afterwards and even manages to relax as they both watch one of Izuku's favorite All Might movies.

The next time he goes to sleep, he's in Katsuki's arms and he doesn't have bad dreams then.

***

The next time he wakes up, Shoto is back and Katsuki gives him another kiss before going to work.

It takes a little bit to convince Shoto that he's ready to go back to work too, but he manages it, although his pro hero boyfriend is determined to take him himself this time; Izuku doesn't even protest because he understands. He's nervous too.

In fact, he's a bit tense around his coworkers at first and when he realizes that he's been observing them carefully, Izuku shakes his head and scolds himself for being ridiculous. It seems that yesterday's encounter with the villain affected him more than he likes to admit.

After a while, he manages to focus on his work and let time pass by.

Then, just as he waits for Shoto inside the building he notices that he has couple of missed calls from an unknown number.

For a second, Izuku's heart starts beating in his chest in fear, but then he tries to calm himself down; it doesn't have to mean anything, it could be anyone.

The Izuku from a couple of days ago would have dismissed and hidden that from his boyfriends, trying not to bother them with something like that.

But they're in this together now; they promised to make an effort to communicate with each other, so that's what Izuku is going to do. Even if it ends up being nothing to worry about.

Actually, he hopes that's the case.

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[bettsfic]

I feel like you've answered something similar ao sorry if it's repetitive!! Do you usually work with, like "bolt from the blue" ideas, or do you sit and plan something out? As in, thinking up a story to write and laying the groundwork etc.?

I ask because I usually have a sudden idea, more or less formed, but I always run out of steam with them. I'm passionate about them but they're easily "damaged" in a sense, and fall apart eventually. I haven't had an idea like that in maybe 4 years. Recently I sat down and actively tried to come up with a story from scratch. It feels less passionate and exciting and I hope that stuff comes later once the basics are mapped.

I was wondering what your personal experience with starting out is, and your perspective! Ty 💗

well i used to be able to have an okay idea, sit down and write it, and be decently happy with it. but as i've improved as a writer, it goes more like: find a vibe, write a meandering 10k to figure out the story the vibe conjures, rewrite it knowing that story, and go from there. the benefit of this is that i end up being very happy with the final product rather than decently happy, and it also makes revision easier because it becomes easier to see a piece's true potential. the drawback is that everything takes a million years to write.

here's an example:

the other night i couldn't sleep. i ended up staring at my ceiling for 4 hours thinking about a one piece fic idea. it came to me fully formed, like i knew how it started, how it ended, and more or less how to get there. it would be a one-shot, maybe 8k. was it a good idea? no. did i start writing it anyway? yes.

i also had another idea, far more amorphous. in fact all i had was a single image and i was trying to figure out what story could be told around that image (this is how i finished my novel recently too, except the image i had in my head didn't end up making it to the final draft at all, but that's how it be sometimes). no matter how hard i thought about it, no story developed. so i started writing it anyway just to see what would happen. i was seeking just a general feeling of a character's intense yearning and self-loathing; i was curious about how he would develop in this specific AU.

i have about 6k of both fics. the first one did what you mentioned: i got to a certain point and lost steam. if i put my mind to it, i could barrel through and finish it, but i'll probably never be super happy with it. in other words, it'll get the job done, but the job itself is not very good.

the second one is just a pile of random thoughts completely unstructured, but it has legs. the former can't be revised to be better than what it is, because i set the ambition too early. the second one can become something really cool, but that requires me to follow it until an actual story arises, and when that happens i'll have to go back and rewrite it knowing what the story is. it'll take longer, but it'll be better for it. it might be a small thing that sparks a much larger thing down the line.

there's nothing wrong with the first method. i wrote and published a number of stories by knowing what the thing was before i began writing. but the second method is more fulfilling and keeps me engaged for longer.

so i guess what i'm saying is, maybe know less about what you want to write. let yourself draft to explore. don't be afraid of rewriting. pay attention to the paragraphs and sentences you really like, because even if they don't make sense now, you'll find a place for them later.

if you want more concrete advice, i talk more about drafting and setting ambition in an issue of my newsletter.

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior * Bad Batch Edition

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Chapter Four - Nerf Nuggets

Finally back on the ship we are all able to take a deep breath. Hunter looks back from the pilot seat and I nod at him. I turn to Tech, "Did you want help properly setting that?" I ask gesturing to his leg. "What happened?" Wrecker asks. "It's a rather long story and yes, I'll take the help" Tech replies. He throws an arm over my shoulder and I help him to where they keep the med supplies. He sits down and begins to take off his armor, while I dig through the closet. I pull out a batca patch - which honestly will do nothing but hopefully help with the pain - and supplies to set his leg. "You were a great help to us today" he says holding the support in place while I apply the tape around his leg. "I'm sure you guys would have been fine without me. You seem quite capable" I quirk a brow, quoting him from earlier. He laughs but it cut off by a grunt of pain. "Ni ceta (sorry)" I say not realizing how rough I might be, being. "It's quite alright" he says pushing his goggles back up on his face. "You should be all good now" I say finishing up. "Thanks again" he says looking up at me from his seat. "Ba'gedet'ye (You're welcome)" I nod. I help Tech to his bunk so he can relax.

I grab my buy'ce (helmet) off the bunk - well Hunter's bunk - that I was offered. I hear loud scorning and turn to see Wrecker passed out, one leg off the bed and an arm over his face. I laugh and head towards the cockpit. Echo and Hunter quiet when I approach. "Don't stop just because I'm here" I joke. Echo looks at me and smiles before getting up, "You can sit here, I'm going to try and get some rest." I nod at him as he goes. Curious about the more quiet one I can't help but take a seat. I study the side of his face I can see - which truth be told - he's not bad looking. He's got longer brown hair, 5 o'clock shadow, honey brown eyes that could pierce your soul, but part of me wishes it was the otherside of his face....the tattoo, Maker it's so attractive. He shifts - probably feeling uncomfortable because I'm staring, "Echo told me....What you did for them...for Omega." I look forward and lean back in the chair. "It was what anyone would have done" I say matter of factly. He gives me a look out of the corner of his eye, but I notice he doesn't look away. I close my eyes and tip my head back. Now whose staring. "Something I can do for you Sarge?" I ask a playful smile dancing across my face. Another moment of silence goes by, I open my eyes and glance in his direction, this time he's looking forward. I close my eyes again and end up falling asleep.

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When I wake up, I'm staring at the grey ceiling. Uh alright this is definitely not where I remembered being before I fell asleep. I roll over noticing I'm on a bunk....Hunter's bunk. How in Haran (hell) did I get here? I wracked my brain but don't remember getting up or laying on a bunk. I hop down and look around noticing 1) We've landed on Ord Mantell and 2) the ships empty. I grab my few belongings and off the ship. Still none of the clones in sight so I decide to head to CID's. Maker Cid is not going to be happy. I'm also not going to get paid now. Osik (shit).

I head down the steps into the Cantina and for once this place is quiet. I see Omega and Wrecker playing Dejarik, Echo and Tech are talking to Hunter. Omega is the first one to notice me, "There she is! I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to get up!". Thankfully I have my buy'ce (Helmet) on otherwise I probably would look like an animal in speeder headlights. I can't honestly say the last time I slept that good. I could use a shower though. I head over to Hunter, "Where's Cid? She's probably pissed." As if on que she comes bursting from her office, "Alright lets get to work here shall we. Oh look who finally decided to join us." She says putting he hands on her hips. "That last job wasn't on us-" I start before she cuts me off. "I know, I know but I've got something else." "Who says I want another job?" I sass. "You technically still owe me" Cid gives me a nasty look. "Fine" I say following her. "You too, Bandana. I've got a job for you two. Should be easy enough." Cid gestures at Hunter.

"This one is easy I promise. All I need you two to do, is pick up 50 cases of Nerf nuggets and get them to their destination." Cid explains. "You're joking right.....You want him - a highly trained clone with enhance senses - and me - a skilled Mandalorian warrior - to make a milk run?" I sass gesturing between Hunter and myself. He huffed out small laugh I almost missed. "Don't you think thats over kill?" I think about it for a second "You know what? Never mind I'm sure it's as bad as it sounds. But please continue." Cid gives me a look, "You'll need to leave tonight to pick them up. Here are the details." She hands Hunter a datapad with the information on it. "To think we could just relax for one day" I shake my head. "Alright now get out" Cid says being....well...Cid. Hunter and I leave her officer and the rest of the group gathers around. "Where are you guys going? Can we come with you?" Omega asks trying to see what's on the datapad. "No, Raven and I are leaving tonight we should be back in 2 rotations. Stay here and stay out of trouble" Hunter commands the group. "Roger" Omega says sadly. She throws her arms around me, "Stay safe okay?" She says looking up at me. Her actions caught me by surprise, I pat her on the back - with my buy'ce under the other arm - "I'll be fine. Besides I've got Bandana here as a copilot." Hunter scoffs at the nickname.

I get myself cleaned up in one of the spare rooms Cid has upstairs. Feeling refreshed I come back down to catch up with Hunter and we argue over whose ship we are going to take, who is going to pilot, and who is going to be 'on the ground' to make contact - Literally thats the most I've heard him talk since I've been here. Which ended in me...here...in dark grey skinny jeans, combat boots, a fitted maroon tank top, and black leather jacket - not that I'm entirely complaining because this outfit feels great - it's just not beskar. I come back out of the fresher with my armor in a backpack slung over my shoulder, pulling my hair out of the braid, grumbling. "You're so pretty" Omega says stopping me in my tracks. My long blonde hair falls in my face and I give the group - who is now staring - a nervous smile. Omega looks at her brothers who have said nothing, "Doesn't she?" She prods. "Pretty...cool!" Wrecker says loudly patting me on the shoulder as he continues by. The others go back to what they were doing but Hunter is still starting, "This gunna work for you Sarge?" I ask, wondering if there's a problem. "Uh, yeah. That's fine" he says trying to act relaxed. I quirk a brow at him, "We should probably get going."

Hunter says his goodbyes and we head to the Marauder. I settle in, putting my backpack where Omega sleeps before taking the co-pilot seat. I watch as Hunter programs the hyperdrive and preps the ship to take off. We sit in silence for a while and I watch as Ord Mantell becomes smaller and smaller until we are out of the atmosphere. "All of this for her huh?" I ask trying to break the silence. He hums in response, "She's just a kid. She deserves to have the life of one." I smile to myself, "That's very noble of you. But I still don't get why you don't just disappear. Head to some back word and lay low." He sighs, "None of us know life outside of war." I choose to say nothing more knowing I'm really in no place to judge. "So, what's your story?" Hunter asks out of the blue. "My story?", "Yeah, I'm sure you've heard ours. So what's yours?" He asks again looking over at me. I look down for a second and pick and my fingernails. "It's not something anyone really knows but Cid. I'm sure you can imagine how far that got me." He huffs out a small laugh, "All too well." "I guess neither of us would be here if you didn't" I say tucking the stands of hair that keep falling in my face, behind my ear.

I sigh and lean back in the chair. Hunter is till eyeing me - probably because I never answered his questions. If I want him to trust me I should just tell him. I mean what do I have to lose. "My story....well, I was born and raised on Mandalore. I lived there most of my life, until I was old enough to start taking on bounty hunting jobs. When the clone wars started things on my planet weren't that great so I left for a short time. When I returned Maul had taken over and things gotten way out of hand. I chose to stay and fight with some of the clans that were left. At the end of the war, after Maul was captured....." I stop wipping the tear that I didn't even realize had fallen, off my face. "I left Mandalore for a small planet in the outer rim. Anymore I don't even remember what I was doing at the time, but when I came back.....everything....everyone was gone. The Empire.....they killed them all and left our cities, our homes in ruins." I pull my knees to my chest remembering the lifeless armor. Hunter lets out a deep sigh, that sounded like it was full of pain. I picked my head up from my lap and looked over. A piece of hair fell in my face. Hunter reached over, gently brushing his fingers over my cheek bone, pushes it behind my ear. It's so funny how someone who could be so intimidating is so.....so....caring.

The Marauder makes a noise like it's preparing to come out of hyper space. This breaks up the moment - whatever you want to call it - we were having. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I excuse myself to the fresher. I splash water on my face and compose myself. Feeling about as composed as possible I head out of the fresher and stand at the top of the ramp waiting for it to lower. “You good?” Hunter asks, sounding a little concerned. “Fine, let’s just get this over with.” Hunter nods at me and lowers the ramp. The light takes my eyes a second to adjust, I head down the ramp and am immediately met by a short man with a datapad. He seems to be making a comparison. “You must be Cid’s pick up person” he says craning his neck to look up at me. “Where are the cases?” I ask. “Getting ready to be loaded, they’ll be here any second” the man eyes me.

We both stand there in silence. I place my hand over one of my blasters, “I’m getting impatient, Where are the cases?” I ask again trying to make a point. The man fumbles with the datapad and seems to be trying to make a call. “What’s going on out there?” Hunter asks over our comms. I raise my vambrace - which is under my coat sleeve - to my mouth, “Not sure, checking on it now. I’ll keep you updated.” So much for a milk run. “Something is wrong. I can’t get a hold of my men. There are bandits you know, they steal stuff. Anything!” He man says frantically. “Hunter, we’ve got a problem. you’re gunna wanna come out here.” “Roger.”

Hunter comes down the ramp. “So much for a milk run” he teases me and I roll my eyes. “What seems to be the problem?” He asks the man. The man explains what he just did to me but this time he tells us where the cases were coming from. “Great we can track it from there” I suggest. Hunter doesn’t say anything but I follow his gaze, “Oh, no, I don’t think so. I’m driving.” He looks at me “Nice try. I’ll be driving us.” I quirk a brow at him, “I swear you like arguing with me.” “Do not”, “Do too”, “I’m still driving and that’s an order”, “Orders only work on your men!” I say, thinking I’ve finished the argument before heading over to the speeder bike. I get on - in the front- so Hunter is forced to get on behind me, or so I thought. Before I know it he has picked me up, placed me gently back on the ground and climbed on the bike. “You coming?” He asks. I huff an annoyed sigh and he laughs. I - reluctantly - climb on behind him, snaking my arms around his waist. Hmm maybe I did get the better end of the deal. I try not to lean in too close - so it’s not obvious - and breath in his musky scent. He takes a turn a little too fast and I bear hug his core tight as to not fall off. I feel him let out a deep laugh. “For a Mandalorian, I figure’d this would be more fun” he shouts so I can hear. “Yeah, well typically I prefer to be driving!” I shout back.

He pulls the bike to a screeching halt and I hop off collecting myself from that ride. Hunter half smiles at me, “I don’t wanna hear it” I wave him off. We begin our search of the area. Both of us assumed they had been intercepted on their way to us, but we had to be sure. “Sure enough we were right, cases aren’t here” I think out loud. “They must have been intercepted, we’ll follow their route to the Marauder and see what we find on the way” Hunter tells me. I just give him a look. “What?” He asks. “Seriously, I’m driving this time” I say putting my hands on my hips. “Fine” is all he says, before heading back to the bike. ‘Fine’ that’s it, no argument. What’s his deal?

We speed down the roadways until suddenly Hunter reaches past me and grabs the handle bar, turning the bike and pulling the break. We both tumble off and before I can even stand up, Hunter is grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to cover. I give him a nasty look and am about to go off on him when he covers my mouth and pressed himself against me so we are hidden behind the wall. After a moment he lets go, “You di’kut! (fool) You could have gotten us killed!” I whisper yell. “There was someone watching. They were waiting for us” he says, breath fanning over my face. In this moment, being that he is so close to me I realize he’s about 4 inches taller than me. I look back and forth from his eyes, they are a beautiful brown with honey gold swirled through them and I’m pretty sure they pierce my soul. He steps back, realizing we are still close. “Sorry” he says quickly. I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, “We should probably tail them”, “Yeah good idea”.

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Master - Chapter 3b

*Warning: Adult Content*  

I roll around on my bed before settling on my back, staring up at the ceiling I release a sigh.

I'd already checked on Kalem six times, yet I couldn't help myself from wanting to go check again. 

I searched my head desperately to remember what I did all day before Kalem came. 

But no number of memes could distract me from the young male cleaning the castle happily.

I didn't quite understand why I was so fascinated with Kalem or why I couldn't leave him alone but it didn't matter at this point. 

He was literally the only thing I thought about since the first moment I laid eyes on him.

"Master."

I sit up quickly to find Kalem standing at the door. 

His hands folded behind his back as he offered me a weak smile.

 My mood immediately brightened with his presence as he walked further into the room. 

I stand to my feet, walking to meet him halfway.

"I finished my cleaning," he says beaming up at me. "From the kitchen all the way here."

"That's great Kalem," I commend making his smile widen. 

He stares up at me expectantly making me wonder if I was supposed to give him a treat or something. 

Due to the lack of a better idea, I ran my hand through his hair, patting him slightly. 

"Good boy."

That set the kid off.

He almost tore his mouth open with the smile he gave me. 

Before I could register what was happening he was hugging me.

 I kind of just froze there while he squeezed me happily.

"Thank you, Master," he mumbles into my chest. 

I didn't reply as I held my arms up, still shocked as to what the fuck was going on. 

It wasn't the action that shocked me so much as the feelings it steered up deep within. 

I'd never been hugged before and it was odd.

"S-Sorry," he mumbles pulling away after a moment. 

I don't comment not knowing yet what to say.

"Uhh," I start before clearing my throat. "Time for lunch."

"Lunch? I already ate Master."

"What did we say about meals Kalem?" I retort looking down at him.

"Three times a day," he mumbles to himself. "Sorry Master."

"Don't look so sad," I say lifting his chin only to find a face of clear despair. "Soon enough you'll be eating so much that I'll have to stop you."

"I highly doubt that Master," he whispers looking me straight in my eyes.

"Come on," I say lifting him. 

This cheers him up instantly as he loops his arms around my neck. 

"Hold on," I warn before speeding to the kitchen. 

Once I stop I look down at Kalem to find him panting slightly as his eyes danced around the new surroundings.

"W-Wow," he comments as I set him down.

"I should be saying that," I mumble to myself as my eyes searched the pristinely cleaned kitchen that looked nothing like the place I visited yesterday. 

You could see the color in each compartment, the kitchen suddenly possessing a life of its own. 

"Kalem this is amazing," I say turning to the proudly smiling boy.

"Thank you, Master," he basically squeals as he struggles to stay still from excitement.

"Seriously, it's never been this clean before. You did a great job," I praise him making him practically combust, clearly enjoyed being complimented for his actions. 

I make a mental note to do more of that.

"We'll give you another half bowl okay?" I say pulling out a small box of cornmeal. 

He frowns at this but nods in understanding.

"So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Clean...”

“Besides cleaning," I finish quickly making him bite his lip angrily. "There must be something you want to do. Something that you've always dreamed of perhaps?"

"I can't think of anything Master," he replies as I put the cornmeal in a small pot adding a bit of salt to make it even a tad bit more delectable.

This gruel shit was fucking appalling but if it meant that it didn't leave Kalem sobbing with pain like the pizza did, then I'd let him eat it for as long as he needed to. 

But not a single second longer.

"Well, why don't you think about that and tell me when you come up with something," I say kindly. 

He smiles at this as he watches me before suddenly standing up and running over in alarm.

"I am so sorry for making you cook Master. Let me, please," he begs, trying to get at the pot but I easily hold him back. "Master you shouldn’t..."

"Kalem, go sit down and relax. You just finished cleaning. Rest before your little body gives out," I say giving him a gentle push towards the kitchen stool. 

He watches me uncomfortably for a moment before slouching his shoulders and returning to his place. 

"Kalem, tell me why you think you should cook your own meals."

"A master shouldn't have to do anything with their slave present. The slave must attend to all their master's needs as well as their own. A master should never do something so demeaning as cooking their own meals," he says clearly as if reading a paragraph off of a pamphlet.

I contemplate his words for a moment. 

Understanding the meaning behind them as I stir the disgusting mush before looking up to him.

"Kalem, what does demeaning mean?" I question innocently. 

He frowns at this as he opens and shuts his mouth several times.

"I-I don't know Master," he admits shamefully after some time.

"It basically means something that causes someone to lose their respect for someone or something. Something that takes away one's dignity," I explain slowly. 

He nods after a moment.

"So Kalem, do you think me cooking for you will take away my honor, my dignity?"

"No," he answers without hesitation.

"Do you think Malcolm wouldn't respect me anymore if he saw me cooking for you?" I ask but he just frowns with confusion making me realize he didn't have a clue who Malcolm was. "The man who is with your friend," I provide, making his features flood with recognition.

“No.”

"Then there's nothing demeaning about cooking a meal for you is there?" I question as I pour the substance into a small bowl.

"No Master," he replies as I set the bowl in front of him. 

I send him a small smile before pushing the bowl a bit closer to him.

"Enjoy."

He stares at me momentarily before he begins to eat, using his hands once again. 

No matter how much I wanted to change that instantly, I knew that increasing his meals was already a big move. 

I'd have to do this slowly and make sure to take my time with what he could handle.

Once he's finished, I wash his bowl before returning to his side after retrieving two strawberries from the fridge. 

I hold them up to him making his eyes narrow slightly.

"To eat?" he questions making me nod. "But I've already eaten so much Master."

"The last thing," I promise, begging slightly. "It's sweet and I think you can handle it."

He looks at me unsure, so I take a bite of one. 

Making sure to exaggerate how much I enjoyed it before handing him the second. 

He examines it curiously before taking a bite as I did.

His face shrivels up in surprise as he chews it slowly.

"See it wasn't so bad now was it?" I question as he licks his fingers.

"No. Thank you, Master. I enjoyed it," he replies with a guilty smile.

"Have you decided what you'd like to do?" I question standing over him as he dangled his legs from the tall stool.

"No Master," he replies sadly.

"Well, there's so much to do. We can watch a show or movie, go out for a walk or take a drive. You can read a book from the library," I saying listing a few things off the top of my head.

"I can't read much Master," he whispers, seemingly ashamed of the fact. "But I like stories."

"That's perfectly fine Kalem, I'll teach you," I say making his mood lighten faintly.

I pick him up and head to the library, setting him down before the two large steel doors which rose all the way to the ceiling. 

I push the doors open with more effort than I wanted to give before taking a few steps in. 

If you got over the dust, broken shelves and vegetation that seeped in through the pointless sunroof, the place hadn't changed at all.

I quickly light all the old candles before returning to Kalem's side. 

There was an endless number of books that I'd collected over the years, most prominently during a decade of which my only interest was reading. 

I'd long passed that phase but I never let them go.

I wouldn't call myself a hoarder so much as a collector.

"Let's start you off with a modern age classic," I say as I begin walking further into the room. 

Wracking my brain to remember where I kept things. 

It'd been a long time since I set foot in here and my memory didn't agree with my age. 

I wander around almost aimlessly before I stumble upon the book of interest. 

"The Hobbit," I say turning to face a curious Kalem.

Walking over to a large armchair that sat before a forgotten fireplace. 

I dust it slightly before sitting down expecting Kalem to sit in the one opposite me. 

Instead, he slid into my lap making himself comfortable without question. 

I waver slightly as he tucked his head into the crook of my neck, taking his favorite position against me.

I liked it too but it had a way of making breathing a tad bit difficult, nevertheless, I try to ignore the close contact while convincing myself that this was only happening because I needed to teach him how to read. 

That was it.

"Just follow the words as I read them okay," I whisper to Kalem who nods against me. 

I clear my throat before beginning and using my find as a guide. 

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of....."

I read slowly and clearly. 

Stopping to define words he didn't know and explain things which confused him. 

If it were anyone else, I'd deem them pathetic and throw them out. 

But I wouldn't dare with Kalem.

With him, I found an unbounded level of patience I didn't know I possessed and an unexplainable need to help him to the best of my abilities. 

I hated the company of others and over the centuries, I could only withstand the presence of a very small group of people. 

But with Kalem, I could sit here with him for the entire day. 

I wasn't irritated by his giggles, bothered by his smiles or angered by his questions.

How could I be? 

When everything he did made me feel like I was truly living.

After an hour of reading, Kalem fell asleep, completely snuggled into me. 

I closed the book before resting it on the small table beside me. 

Though I knew it'd be better to take him to bed, I simply leaned back into the chair and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Linking my fingers around him as his body laid comfortably against my own.

His small intakes of breath pushing against my neck upon departure making my skin buzz with pleasure. 

He doused my body with warm and I bathed him with comfort.

I let myself fall asleep as well, holding the precious boy who'd slowly been bringing light into my darkened world.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

One Night| Hunter

Note: Nsfw content,

Warnings: creampies, p in v, facials, squirting, name calling, rough, hair pulling, light choking, smoking 18+ content

Reader: Female

"Thanks again." Y/n thanked the kessel burbon slid to her, sliding credits to Cid, "any more missions?"

"No,those clone boys took the last one I had." Cid spoke, "there won't be any more for a few cycles."

"Clones took my jobs?" Y/n questioned, sipping the hard liquor.

"Yeah! When wrecker through those KT troopers like it was nothing!" Omega cheered as the group walked down into the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Cid spoke, Y/n turning her head.

"Yes Wrecker's strength was acceptionally helpful this mission. Yet Omega's new tracking skills came in handy." Tech spoke.

"And Echo's climbing skills! How do you do that with one hand?!" Omega cheered.

"Pratice." Echo spoke.

Hunter chuckled at Omega's happiness.

"We did good boys-"

He stopped, seeing Y/n casually talking to Cid, sipping on her drink, her hair a mess, a few braids in her short hair making her hair uneven in both long and short length. In baggy black robes a belt tired tigh around her waist. Boots knee high with her baggy pants tucked in. Her eyeliner red and in sharp wings up towards her relaxed brows.

She turned her gaze towards hunter, her eyes a cybernetic white, then her head followed. Her gaze lingering on him as she smiled smally.

"Oh no no no! Watch your eyes dark and broody!" Cid argued, rushing around the counter.

"Don't mind me I'm also looking disrespectfully." Y/n teased getting up from her seat, following behind Cid.

"Uh," Hunter tried to speak, woah was his only thought process, "Your...new."

"Not knew. Just havent seen me before." Y/n smiled, standing next to Cid with a hand on her hip, "names Y/n's and Im presuming you all are the clones that have been taking my jobs?"

"Oh, we are?" Omega looked up at Hunter, who was still at a lost for words.

"What?" Hunter asked looking down at Omega.

Y/n chuckled, walking up to the longer haired male, "Listen, dark and broody, we can be friends. I just want my missions."

She leaned into his face, his face becoming red "Y-yeah..."

"Thanks then." Y/n smiled, his eyes gazing to his banana, "I'll take this as payment for taking my last missions."

With ease she pulled the headband off his head, turning her head half way to talk to Cid she smiled.

"I'll see you late then mom." Y/n chuckled, nudging Hunter as she passed, "Im off to collect some credits Im owed."

"Did she just call Cid Mom?" Wrecker questioned Y/n walking out the bar and up the steps.

"I believe she did." Tech responded.

Hunter was hit in the side with Cid's walking staff, "I'm docking your pay half!"

"What!?" Hunter argued.

"Thats what you get for lookin at my kid like that!" Cid defended, "watch it next time"

"Well if our pay has already been docked. She was quiet pretty. Her eyes especially." Tech repsonded as Hunter nudged him hard.

"Hey-"

"Don't worry, Hunter if you marry her Cid's your new mom!" Wrecker laughed shoving the man.

"I don't even know her!" Hunter argued.

"And that'll never happen!" Cid defended, "now watch it before I dock all your pay! You won't be seeing her again."

"But she took Hunter's bandanna." Omega pointed out, Hunter feeling his head.

"She did?!"

"And I thought Wrecker had it bad for that twilek girl he helped at the market." Echo told.

So there Hunter was, left the whole day with no headband, atleast 3 standard hours he waited, rubbing his head feeling as if he was missing something, well he was missing something.

"Hey! Mom! You'll never guess the load I got this time!" Y/n called out walking down the steps and into the bar, "I beat fifteen of the finest warriors apparently! Yeah right!"

Y/n walked in, gym bag at her side, the boys turning to the girl, stripped down to a tank top and a diffrent set of black pants that were tucked into her boots, a certain red bandana around her thigh.

"Oh you're all still here." She spoke, "I was-"

Hunter stepped infront of her, "I'd like my bandana back."

"Hm? Yeah come on." Y/n spoke, walking around him, "follow me."

"Yeah no sorry- not happening-" Hunter argued grabbing her wrist, "just hand it over."

Y/n ripped her wrist from him, hurting his hand in the process, "well then take it off, its right there."

Hunter kept his gaze away from Y/n's thigh, her ahoulder looking interesting at the momment.

"Well its mine then." Y/n spoke going to walk away but her arm was grabbed, Hunter turning to her as he kept his gaze up, his hands feeling for the band,

She chuckled, "little higher and you'll be at my zipper-"

He sighed looking away as he felt his bandana, his hand reaching around and untying it from her thigh.

"You smell nice." Y/n teased

"I don't see how you're Cid's kid." Hunter commented.

"Not by blood sweetheart." Y/n commented.

There was a chuckle as Hunter turned his head, Tech and Echo going back to there silence Wrecker luckily out and about with Omega. Hunter removed the band finally as Y/n chuckled.

Y/n leaned over, kissing Hunter's cheek as he flushed, "rooms down the hall on your left, we should be lucky my mom's on the upper floors."

Hunter only nodded as Y/n walked away, waving to his two brothers who were playing sabbec at the bar.

Hunter turned around to follow her a few mintues later, "don't be too loud."

Hunter glared at the two but made his leave anyways, following Y/n's instructions. Making it to the last door he knocked the door sliding open as Y/n sat on the floor, a tray in her lap, neon fairy lights on the strung carelessly on the walls and ceiling, weapons littered on the floor, some things hanging on the walls, there was a mess of the bed.

"So you came." She spoke popping whatever she was rolling into a jar, setting it on her nightstand and pushing the tray into the drawer. Standing up zhe grabbed a box of matches, throwing herself into one of the large bean bag chairs, big enough for two people, "lock the door would you?"

He did as asked, "why call me in here?"

"Well...Dark and Broody." Y/n spoke, "sit, come on."

Patting the seat besides her he walked over, "I have a name."

"Okay? Tell me it."

"Hunter."

"Okay Hunter." She spoke, "you seemed tense. So we. Me and you. Are gonna smoke-"

"Smoke? Smoke what-"

"One of these." Y/n spoke holding up the jar, "Kessel herb."

"Spice? Yeah no-"

"No. Herb." Y/n defended, "there's a big difference."

Hunter watched her swish the jar around in front of him, "you pick one for me atleast."

Mentally sighing he did as asked, Pulling out a joint for her she smiled, closing the jar and setting it aside, "atleast this doesn't smell bad, smells like flowers."

Hunter watched her open up the match box, the joint between her lips as she striked the first match, a complete dud, she moved onto the second one, also a dud, by the fourth one Hunter was wondering if she'd ever light the thing.

"Dropped them in water-"

"I can do it." Hunter cut off, Y/n gladly handing him the match box as she leaned over, he striking out on the first match but the second one he got working, the flame bright and prominet despite the red undertone of the lights, leaning over as well he lit the thing easy as pie.

"Thanks."

He watched her take a deep inhale in bowing out through her nose she leaned back, muscles already calming and relaxing.

"Why did you really call me in here."

"I told you to smoke." Y/n spoke, "I know a stressed man when I see one. Shit half the time I am a stressed man."

Hunter watched her take in another puff, "Plus it would ruffle my moms scales."

Hunter chuckled Y/n was right about that much, "yet also wanted to see if you wanted to hook up for a night."

Hunter coughed, not because of the smoke but the abruptness, "I'm sorry?"

"Well I seen you look at me the way you did earlier," she told, "and you're pretty good looking, but you seem to atleast have a good head on your sholders, men I know that look at me usually make a comment right away, you kept them to yourself."

Hunter responded with silence, "it's just a suggestion, an idea." She told him turning to look at him.

Again silence and Y/n contuined to smoke as if it was no problem that he said no, he found it, hot, sexy even. She knew what she wanted and she asked if told no she was okay with that, carrying out through her day.

"Why me?"

"I just explained why, you." Y/n spoke, "its yes or no tense guy."

Hunter shifted, its been a while, he mentally sighed, Y/n returning to smoking casually. Was this a way of teasing? If it was, it was harsh, and it was working. Shifting once more there chlothed and armored touching one another.

Damn, Hunter thought, to have her strong thigh in his hand, his head between her thighs. He looked up seeing Y/n pull the joint away once more, feeling the stare Y/n turned her head

"Wanna try it after all?" Y/n questioned, bringing the joint infront of him, "if not more for me."

Fuck it, the empire rules the galaxy, the republic fell, his brother is trying to kill them, what could he possibly loose from having any fun.

He took it with gloved fingers bringing it to his lips, Y/n watched him take a deep inhale, Y/n impresssed.

"This isnt your first rodeo." She teased.

He leaned in closer to her, if even physically possible, removing the joint from his lips, he pushed closer to Y/n, his lips placed on her's softly, and only for a momment, then pulled away, strings of smoke coming from both there lips now as Hunter's mind felt clear, relaxed.

"Lets do it." Hunter responded, usuing his armor as an ash tray, pressing the ashes to death on his chest plate as the embers died.

"One puffs not gonna get you anywhere." Y/n teased.

"But you will..." he whispered against her lips, pressing furthur once more he kissed her.

The kiss much more passionate than the first, Y/n running her hands through his hair, his bandanna slipping off in the process as she tossed it away.

"Fuck you're so hot..." He whispered into the kiss, Y/n moaning softly, his hands untucking her white tank top from her pants.

"Don't tell Im sharing with someone, thats why you came back all undressed." He teased against her lips, his hands hiking up her t-shirt past her covered breast.

"If sharing means arena fights. Then yes." Y/n teased back causing Hunter to chuckle.

Hunter pulled away, unclapssing his armor as she watched, letting it be tossed to the floor he was stripped down to his blacks. Bitting her lip at the buldge in his blacks, he leaned back into her,kissing her lip's passionately, forcing his tongue into her mouth she groaned, his touange pressing against his as they fought.

The kiss ended in a tie, both pulling away panting, Hunter let his hand's find her bare skin in the mean time, traveling up her adoment and covered breast he found her shirt, pulling away he lifted it over her head and arms. About to kiss her again she stopped him, pulling on the edge of his blacks, she pulled his shirt up, he lifting his arms in the process, his gloves rolling off with his sleeves in the process. Tossing the article of chlothing somewhere random. He removing her black sports bra, he kissed her just above her breast.

She humming in pleasure as he did so, traveling up to her neck, kicking her boots and socks off in the process, her legs tensed squeezing together Hunter had found her sweet spot, the space just above her collar bone, where her muscle was tense.

"H-hunter..." she panted, kissing the side of his head as she let out a soft groan, her head rolling back as her fingers tugged on his hair.

"You drive me crazy doing that..." Hunter whispered against her skin, dragging his kisses down her chest, and to her breast, where he let himself take in one of her soft buds.

"Fuck..." he moaned, his hair being pulled once more.

"Maker you're mouths amazing-" Y/n spoke her legs squeeze together tighter, adding to her pleasure as she groaned.

Switching over to give the second one just as much attention his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing her battle scared flesh softly, his other hand slipping behind her waist band slipping into her panties.

Hunter pulled away from her bud with a intoxicated look, "Your soaked..."

Y/n chuckled, "and you're hard as a rock..."

Pulling his hands away from her, she watched him undo her pants, pulling them down as quick as he could, and with her help of kicking them off they were gone.

Y/n reached for the last of his blacks, pulling them off his hips he pulled at them as well, removing his boxers as well. His chlothes barely releasing his length, Y/n's hand wrapped around the base of his aching cock.

Y/n's face laced with warmth and a teasing smirk she let her thumb rub the strip under the base of his cock, he groaned watching her tease his cock. His hand pulling at her panties she raised her hips to help, and he loosely pulled them down enough to let his hand go between her legs.

His finger's teasing her clit softly as she meweled, "Fucking hell..." she whined softly.

Both messes under each other's touches Y/n picked up a pace, her hand starting to milk his cock as he moaned heavily, body both relaxed and tense he gripped her thigh.

"Easy- now..." Y/n whispered to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips, "Don't wanna finish just in my hand do we?"

Hunter shook his head no, "you better be on something...I'm gonna cum in you till you beg me to stop..." he moaned.

She chuckled, leaning into his ear, "yeah? Am I gonna be sitting in pools of your cum?"

"Fuck yeah you are." He told her, "f-from every fuckin hole, starting with you're mouth."

She was taken back both by comment. He stood up as she looked up at him, his cock in her face, she moved forward, her lips brushing against his cock as she licked his tip, the taste of Pre-Cum now on her touange.

"Salty..." she teased kissing down his shaft, her hand wrapping around his base. Looking up at him his face was flushed, yet still held a determined look of lust in his eye.

Pulling back to the tip of his cock she kissed the tip, opening her mouth she pushed his tip in, her hands resting on his hips.

Fuck does he feel so good down my throat, Y/n thought, her eyes closed as she moaned, bobbing her head almost instantly causing Hunter to groan.

"Easy doll. You don't wanna choke." He teased, watching her bobbing increase he moaned loudly, her pace only increasing, "Maker you know to suck cock- s-shit-"

Y/n pulled away jacking his siliva covered cock off, "H-hunter fill me with your cum please. I wanna be in a pool of your cum."

He covered his mouth, what the fuck., but he wasnt complaining, watching her deep throat him again he groaned, his hips starting to pool back and thrust, and as soon as he knew it he was holding the back of her head, mouth fucking her hard.

"Yeah baby take it all...like a little slut take it all for me." He moaned, " hell- I'm-"

Hunter hit deep inside her mouth, cumming down her throat, mid way pulling out letting the rest coat her face.

"H-hunter!" She meweled, but he covered her mouth, not wanting anyone to hear.

She swallowed his cum, groaning into his hand as he pulled his hand away.

"They can't hear us..." she panted, cum covered her face and mixed with her drool as she tried to catch her breath, "t-the walls are solid concrete..."

"Well then...I suppose I will be making you scream..." he panted as she bit her lip, looking down at her he chuckled.

Face covered in cum, running down her lips and chin, her breast perky, marks already starting to form on her neck, her panties down to her knees as she sat waiting for him, flushed and horny.

"Maker I can not wait to put my cock in that tight pussy of your's." He told her, his thumb holding her chin.

"Then do it. Fuck me till you can't cum no more" she begged, watching him kneel down infront of her, causing him to chuckle.

"I want a taste of you first." He told her.

Pulling her panties off she bit her lip as he grabbed her legs roughly by the back of her knees, spreading them from one another, she shifted in her spot, allowing her legs to spread a bit wider and give him a better veiw. Hunter didn't bother teasing her, her pussy soaked and aching as he dived in, eating at her clit.

"F-fuck Hunter!" She cried, her back arching as she gripped onto his hair immediately.

Y/n was in heaven, Hunter between her legs completely devoring her.

"Baby so sweet..." he moaned into her cunt, licking up every bit of her fluid he could, shoving his touange deep inside her.

"Oh- maker! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" She begged, his fingers joining his touange deep inside her, as an incoherent mewel escaped her lips, his fingers thrusting deep inside her.

"Come on baby..squirt for me i wanna taste it." He whispered against her cunt.

"H-holy shit!" Y/n exclaimed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, eating her raw her back arched and her legs squeezed together but he pulled away, spanking her on the back of the thigh.

"Do that again and I'll stop eating you out and fuck you until you're raw." Hunter deamnded, she nodded mindlessly, as he went back to devoring her.

Her pussy pulsating as he shoved his touange deep insider her, his fingers competing for space.

"H-hunter..." she whined, feeling like she was to snap, "H-Hunter- Hunter! Hunter!"

She squirted into his mouth, her legs squeezing together in pleasure.

"F-fuck!" She moaned, back arching as her legs shook, "F-fuck,"

He pulled away from her, flicking her clit with his fingers intesifiying her orgaism. Moaning loudly she watched him getting up to his knees he leaned over her grabbing her face.

"I told you if you closed your legs again I'd fuck you until your raw." He argued as Y/n blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry sir..." she apologized, pussy still pulsating, still completely soaked with a mix of her own cum and his siliva.

"What did you call me?"

"S-sorry daddy." She apologized.

"Atleast you know your place."

Holy fuck, where did this Hunter come from? Not that she knew Hunter at all, but it was still a shock to see the 'dark and broody' man become such a sex addict that liked to be called daddy.

"You either call me daddy or sarge," he demanded grabbing her chin, "understand?"

She nodded in response.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes daddy."

"Good girl..." he praised, "the better you are the more cum you'll get, understand?"

"Yes daddy."

He spred her legs open again, his knees resting on the bean bag below her as he lined himself up with her soaked entrence. Pushing his tip in her she moaned loudly, her feet resting on his hips, he chuckled, grabbing her hips tightly he shoved himself in her fully.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, "Oh maker yes!"

He started beating into her without warning, she crying out in pleasure as her body shook.

"D-daddy so rough! Oh-yes!" She shouted.

"Touch yourself While I fuck you," he demanded, her hand hand reaching between her legs,rubbing her clit while he fucked her senseless, "Good girl, looks like someone wants to be filled with cum."

She moaned nodding her head in the process as he beating balls deep into her, hearing his cum filled balls slapping against her soaked skin.

"F-fuck daddy please!" She begged, one of his hands finding the back of her hair as he gripped it, arching her over.

"Please what baby girl? Come on. Tell daddy what you want."

"P-please cum in me!" She cried drooling in pleasure, he groaned her tight pussy walls clenching around him, "H-Hunter!"

Moaning heavily he gripped her hair tighter, her free hand gripping his forearm as she bit her lip. The feeling built up in her stomach.

"Y-yeah! D-daddy! Daddy make me cum!" She begged, he watched her come unraveled, beating into her roughly her back arched, toes curling as she moaned loudly, soaking his cock as she squirted onto him, he pulled out of her, rubbing her clit intesifiying her orgaism.

"Oh- Shit!" She cried, the quicker he rubbing her clit more she squirted, slipping back into her he delievered a few hard thrust as she cried out, pulling out once more her orgaism intense as she held her legs open.

"Fuck daddy!" She cried.

"Come on baby let it all out." He praised, slipping into her again and fucking her roughly for a few more thrust, pulling out once more as she squirted the last she could.

"H-hunter- Hunter!"

"Shh baby. Shh." He spoke leaning kissing her roughly she kissed back, pulling away he looked down at her, "You still need my cum in you huh baby?"

"Mhmm, yes please." She begged.

"Good girl." He praised, kissing her sloppily as she groaned.

Pulling away she held onto his arm as he pushed his way back into her, causing her to mewel out his name.

"What a perfect little pussy." He told her, starting to thrust into her, his hand rest at the side of her throat as his thumb pulled her chin down, she wore a curled smile with a deep blush, her pupils dialted wide and pupils seemingly in the shape of hearts.

"H-hunter...daddy..." she meweled.

He grunted down a groan, feeling himself starting to become unraveled, "pussys still tight for me,fuck-"

His gripp tightned around her neck, causing her to choke slightly, as his thrust became sloppy, becoming increasingly rougher as her moans grew louder once more. Loosing rythem he pulled his hand away from her neck, his hands gripping her hips for leverage as he pulled them against his thrust, groaning loudly he still beat into her harshly, his cock pulsating in her. She begged for him to creampie her, her hands finding his hair as she tugged and pulled.

"Ah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!" He groaned, "Oh! OH!"

He shoved himself deep inside of her keeping her steady as her back arched, his own body arching into her's as he released a massive load of cum into her.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He groaned, completely loosing control, contuining his rough thrust.

"H-hunter! Hunter! Holy shit!" She cried out.

"Fuck Im cumming again!"

"H-hunter! Fuck!" A second smaller load was shot into her, filling her womb with his hot seed as he held her hips tight, rocking into her steadily as to make sure he stuffed her. He panted heavily, his ears seemingly ringing as he looked down at her.

Her mouth agape as she breathed heavily, her breast rising and falling with heavy pants.

"Good girl..." Hunter praised, slolwy pulling out of her, Y/n letting out the last of her soft moans.

He panted heavily, his hands spreading her legs as she ended up holding her legs open by her inner thighs, Hunter watches the thick cum leaked out of her, cum covering her pussy folds.

"Good girl." Hunter praised, a few of his fingers scooping up some of the cum as she opened her mouth, letting it sloppily leak from Hunter's hand to her mouth and face, "Now, turn over on all fours, Im not done with you yet."

[darling-dummy-blogs]

"I'll Always Be Here."- Victor Li

Thanks to @dreamer-hyun for helping me write this! I love yooou! <3

Summary: MC had been feeling very down and depressed lately. Victor notices and wants to comfort her ❤

Paring: Victor Li x F!MC

Genre: Slight Angst, Comfort Fluff!! 

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This was for our lovely friend @silv3rrin We love you!  

From the moment MC woke up, the skies had been filled with dark grey clouds, covering the bright sun that casted over Loveland City. A gloomy setting fit for how upset MC felt. It was like a cloud had been placed over the top of her head, too. A feeling she was all too familiar with. 

MC felt as though all she had wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep the day away. However, it was a Monday. She had a job to do as a boss and head producer of Miracle Finder.  On top of that, she had a meeting with Victor over her weekly report that was due today. One that she could not miss nor cancel. 

She felt as though it would be an inconvenience and would bother Victor to reschedule their meeting. And knowing Victor’s busy schedule, it would make matters worse. 

A groan escaped her mouth. Turning onto her side, facing her clock, she took note of the time. 7:25AM. The quilt that kept her in a warm cocoon gave her a warm and welcoming feeling. One that she wanted to indulge. 

Why did this have to happen today? Of all days... She’d been dealing with her depression for a few years now, but every once and awhile she was hit with a sudden wave of depression.  

She glanced up at the ceiling, certain thoughts swarming her head: 'Stop being lazy..' 'You need to stop wasting time..' 'This is why you can't do anything right…' ‘This is why your company is failing...You can’t even do your job as a producer right. ‘ She frowned. That last thought hitting her harder. 

MC didn't even realize that tears had been silently sliding down her face. 

She sniffled back sob. Not wanting to start crying a river before work, she wiped her tears and begrudgingly made her way out of her warm cocoon. Starting on her morning routine as per usual, and by the time she had finished getting herself dressed, leaving her apartment it had been close to 8 o’clock. Her meeting with Victor took place at 8:30.                                                        

The dreadful thoughts still within her head only seem to get louder and louder. Drowning out the positive thoughts. Even when she tried to stop them, it never did.  

“I hope I can make it before it rains…” She muttered to herself, making her way towards LFG.  The walk seemed longer than normal. With MC’s mind still messing with her, those thoughts were eating at her, dragging her further into her depressive state. She kept her head low. 

MC felt the tears well up in her eyes again. Before she could notice, she began crying once more. As she looked up, she had arrived at LFG. 

After taking a deep breath, she wiped away the evidence of tears from her red and puffy eyes. She made her way to Victor’s office, knocking on his door. Upon hearing the words ‘Come in’, she walked in, her head low.  Victor had been sitting at his desk, working when she came in, not looking up from his work, he spoke in his normal cold business tone. “You’re late.” 

MC gulped, “S-sorry…” she spoke, her voice coming off slightly small and quieter as she took out a copy of her report for him to read, placing it on his desk. Her brown eyes scan over the first page. 

‘...He’s going to find so many errors..’ Her thoughts were telling her, ‘No wonder he finds you to be an idiot..’ She shut her eyes, the tears already were ready to fall. 

Victor noticed how quiet she seemed, he looked up from his work, seeing her state, he frowned. Clearly he could tell something was wrong. He didn’t question it just yet however, he took the report, looking at it. 

He let out an exasperated sigh, placing the report down along with his reading glasses, he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. 

“Are you an idiot? The report is filled with errors and holes.” He looked at her, his usual cold expression growing much colder. “Do it again, don’t bring me such a rubbish report.” 

MC took the insult. All it took for her to finally break down was him degrading her awful work.. Tears burst down her face as she let out a broken sob, the report in her hands crumpling slightly from how tight she was holding it. 

She then proceeded to rip it in half as she suddenly fell to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Victor’s eyes widened as he then immediately stood up and immediately rushed to her side. 

She was shaking as she sobbed, holding herself as she couldn’t take the constant aching pain that spread throughout her whole body. Victor then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him as she sobbed.  He frowned, feeling regret and guilt for how rude he was towards her, not realizing that she was not okay. It broke his heart to hear her cry. He rubbed her back soothingly. “Shh.. It’s okay..” He softly whispered into her ear.

Trying to comfort her to the best of his ability, his frown deepened, “Dummy.. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling okay..?” He spoke in a soft tone, but he was also hurt that she had gone through this by herself. 

Victor gently moved his hand from her back to gently stroke her hair. His fingers trailing over her brown locks. She sniffled, trying to take deep breaths. “I-I..” She gasped out, her voice coming out more broken and shaky.  “I.. didn’t w-want to bother you… Y-you already have so much on your plate right now.. I-I didn’t want to bother you with my s-stupid problems. I also c-couldn’t make you worry about me...” She sobbed, leaning against him. MC couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes at that moment. 

“Dummy..” He gently pulled away from the hug, making her look at him, he softly cupped her cheek into his hand. At that moment, time around them had suddenly become still. “Don’t you know how much I care about you?” MC gazed into his eyes, sniffling as she couldn’t muster up the courage to say anything.  Silence took over both of them, Victor then spoke up again, “I’m sorry for calling you an idiot.. I hope you know that I do not think you are one. I just want you to do better.. Because I’ve seen your potential. I know you can do better...And I just want you to achieve your goals.”  Victor caressed her cheek gently, “... I didn’t realize that you were having a bad day.” He took a breath before saying “I care so much about you.. It hurts that you are hurting.. “ His gaze softened on her, his eyes showing hurt and sadness, “Don’t you realize how much I love you?”  MC’s eyes widened, her cheeks slightly reddened, “V-Victor…” She spoke in a soft tone, she was at a loss for words.  He loves her? He...loves... HER?? She never knew that he felt this way about her.. It was very surprising to say the least. Victor continued speaking however, “I don’t like seeing that you are hurt.. And I want you to know that you are never alone. I will be right here for you...I’ll always be here.”  “I love you more than anything in this world.. And that will never change… Okay? You could never be a bother to me, my time is all yours.”  

MC was quiet for a moment, taking in his words of affection. She stared into his eyes, unsure of what to say. She loves him, she grew to love him through all the teasing, all the name calling. All the harshness.     

 “I...I love you too..” Her voice came out softly. A smile slowly appearing on her face, “Thank you for the apology.. I forgive you for it.” She leaned up placing a soft kiss to his cheek.  His eyes widened in surprise, not expecting the sudden kiss, a bit of blush dusted his cheeks as he averted his gaze for a moment. ‘You don’t have to thank me for that..” 

A small smile appeared on his face, “How about this.. As a part of my apology. I’ll teach you how to make leche flan.” 

Her eyes suddenly brightened at that, anything having to do with Victor’s cooking made her happy. She smiled, growing excited. “You? Teaching me? How to make leche flan? I like the sound of that.” 

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serendipitous ~ park jimin

Summary: "Sometimes what you're looking for comes when you're not looking at all"

Warnings: Alcohol/Drinking

By: Admin J

Word Count: around 1.5k

Masterlist

Friday was your favorite day of the week. Both you and your best friend Eun-ah didn't have anymore classes at the university until Monday, so you two had the whole weekend ahead to do, pretty much, whatever you wanted.

To kick start it all off, it had become routine to go have a few drinks at the bar, so that's where you were headed to now. Every wekeend you practically had to beg Eun-ah to tag along with you. Luckily though, it was becoming easier to convince her. She'd developed a massive crush on the guy who worked behind the counter: Kim Taehyung. She was head over heels, and you were pretty sure he'd taken a liking to her too. This would be the fourth time you would talk to him, and each time he impressed you with how incredibly smart and genuine he was. It really was no wonder why Eun-ah liked him so much, and you were hoping that she would pluck up the courage to ask him out tonight. She couldn't let someone like him go.

A few short minutes later, the two of you slid out of the taxi. You'd started to walk toward the entrance, but stopped when you realized Eun-ah was still frozen in place by the curb. 

"Do I look okay?" She asked you, flattening down the jean skirt she was wearing. It was dark outside, but you could clearly tell how nervous she looked...maybe even a little bit sick.

  "Yes, you look hot, now stop worrying."

  You grabbed her hand and pulled her forward with you to the entrance. When you opened the door to the brick building, the familiar sound of bells chimed and you were immediately greeted by the smell of alcohol and flourescent string lights hanging from the ceiling. As expected, Taehyung was behind the counter fixing up a round of drinks for a group at a table in the corner. He looked over his shoulder when he saw the two of you walk in.

"Come on in, ladies!" He exclaimed. Besides the group of boys in the corner, and now the two of you, you were the only one's in the bar...as it usually was. The place was never busy since it was a new establishment. Eun-ah giggled at your side and practically skipped across the room over to your seats, suddenly no longer nervous to see him. 

"Y/N, welcome back." Taehyung nodded to you, only he kept his gaze on Eun-ah and a bright smile appeared on his face at the sight of her.  "Eun-ah."

Eun-ah's cheeks were already bright pink by the time he said her name. They looked at eachother for a few seconds before he realised he had a job to do and shook out of the trance. 

"I'll be right back guys, I have to take these over there." Taehyung pointed to the group of friends. He picked up all six drinks in one go, succesfully walking them over there without spilling or dropping any of them.

"God, could I have been anymore obvious!" Eun-ah sighs.

"Oh shut up, it's adorable." You laugh, bumping her shoulder to lighten up the mood, "Besides, you're supposed to be obvious."

After you said this, a bunch of laughter errupted from the table across the room. You and Eun-ah looked over and saw one of the guys joking around with Taehyung. They were playfully hitting him on the back or pushing him on the shoulder. He shook his head in amusemnt, but rolled his eyes afterwards when he started walking back to the both of you.

"Alright, sorry about that ladies, what can I get you guys?" He asks, tightening the apron around his waist, "Wait, don't tell me-"

"Peach Soju, right?"

  He looked at you when he asked and you nodded your head, unsurprised that he'd remembered your order. You had the same thing every Friday since you'd started to come here. Eun-ah also had the same thing every time, but it was a bit more complex. You watched intently as he turned to her.

"And...a Yuja tea for you? Extra teaspoon of honey?" He asked, his eyebrow lifted. Eun-ah looked completely dumbfounded. He'd gotten it right. 

"Y-yes please." She stuttered. Taehyung shot her a sweet smile before turning around to make their drinks.

"Impressive." You whispered to her once he was out of ear-shot. Eun-ah's cheeks were still gleaming a brilliant pink shade when she faced you.

"I don't think I can do this." She whispered suddenly. Her nerves were back in full swing and you were not going to have it.

"If you try and leave I won't hesitate to tell him myself." You threaten.

"Okay, okay." She held her hands up in surrender.

Taehyung set down a shot glass in front of you then and poured Soju up to the brim.

"Are you sure you don't want a shot?" You asked Eun-ah. Maybe she needed it, it would probably give her a little more confidence when talking to Taehyung on her own.

She stared at it in debate for a couple seconds and just when you thought she was going to turn it down, she swiped the shot off the table, plugged her nose, and tossed it back while you stared in utter astonishment. She hadn't had a drink in, god knows how long. You couldn't even remeber the last time.

"Wait, I thought she didn't drink?" Taehyung looked at you, just as confused as you were. You shrugged your shoulders.

  Eun-ah set down the glass on the counter when she was done and shivered.

  "Ugh, why did I do that!" She exclaimed, shaking her head at the pungent taste. You started laughing and Taehyung was right there behind you.

"Well, now that you've started-" You begin, taking the Soju bottle from Taehyung and poured out another shot into the glass for Eun-ah. You slid it over with the tips of your fingers.

"No, no I'll just stick to my Tea, thank you." She laughs, turning it down and pushed it back to you. She looked down at her black heels in embarrassment. That's when Taehyung turned back around and filled up a glass with ice and Yuja Tea, being extra cautious for some reason, like his life depended on making this one cup of Tea.

"Hey, Taehyung, could I buy some coins for the jukebox please?" You asked. He set Eun-ah's tea down in front of her.

"Sure, how many?" He asked, fishing through the pockets on his apron.

"Ten" You announced. Surely ten songs would be enough time for them to talk and for Eun-ah to go through with the plan. You gave Taehyung 11,315.30 won and in return he placed the ten coins onto your awaiting hand.

You stood up from the bar stool and Eun-ah looked at you with pleading eyes. You glared back at her, hoping she would get the message, and she did. You took the full shot of Soju on the counter and drank it, enjoying the feeling as it burned down your throat.

"I'll just be over here, working on a few things-" You explained, slinging your purse over you shoulder. You held the coins, and picked up the bottle of Soju in the other hand before walking off to the booth next to the jukebox. As you were walking, a boy from the table across the room looked over at you. When he noticed you looking back at him he quickly turned away.

You thought it was weird, but decided not to look too much into it. Once you arrived at the booth you placed all of your things on the table and skipped over to the colorful jukebox. Songs flashed across the screen and you skimmed through the list, trying to find the perfect one to play first. Every twenty seconds you found yourself looking over your shoulder at Eun-ah and Taehyung to see if they'd started talking but they hadn't yet.

"Need some help?"

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, throwing a hand to your now racing heart.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-" The boy said. You were looking at him now, he had jet black hair and a handsome face. As fast as your heart rate had increased, it began to lower again after seeing the genuine, concerned look that he wore.

"No, it's okay, it wasn't your fault...I get scared easily." You explained.

He nodded, causing his fringe to bounce against his forehead. It was the simplest action and yet you found yourself swooning over it. No one had ever made you feel this way, this fast, ever.

"I just noticed that you were having a hard time picking out a song and wondered if you needed any suggestions?" He asked, "I'm Jimin."

He tilted his head in a bow then, and you returned the gesture. Jimin, you thought. Even his name is handsome.