#should have panned away and kept away when the cpr started

[lilacponds]

HE HE HO HO ZAREYL LORE

ok lets see where to start!! zareyl is drow who grew up in the underdark with a really abusive mother 😀 she raised all her childern to extremely strict standards with harsh punishments whenever they werent up to her standards (which was often). he was never allowed to leave the house so the only socialization he had were his tutors (which kept themselves distanced from the children), his older sister, and occasionally his dad (who was not allowed to dote on the children, but would sneak time with them against the mother's wishes). his dad actually teaches him how to play the pan flute and gives him his own flute as a gift <3

mom finds out about these stolen moments, and she is Not Happy!!! and to teach the kids a lesson - theyre around... i dont remember the exact ages, around 70 years old for Zareyl and 80 for his sister Inwyss? which in elf years is something closer to, idk, 15 human years roughly, to guesstimate. and she decides to just! murder her husband in front of the two of them.

thats the straw that broke the camels back for Inwyss - so she ran away. but Zareyl stayed, because they had two younger brothers - one of which was a literal newborn - and he was afraid of what would happen to them if he did. at least if he stayed he could make his mom focus her punishments on him instead.

so his life miserably goes on, making sure to be there for his brothers and show them the love and care their mom wouldnt. he doesnt speak a lot about their dad because hes scarred and it hurts, but he refuses to tell them it was their mom that killed him. and at one point, when he sees her focus start going towards his brothers as well, he decides enough is enough - he sneaks out of the house, bumbles his way to find some poison, and tries to kill her. spoiler alert, he is wildly ignorant about poisons, and barely had any money to himself anyways, so he just makes her seriously ill. terrified that she was going to kill him in front of his brothers like she did his father, he decides the best course of action for them is to do what his sister did and leave. he tells them he loves them and will be back one day, apologizes over and over, and leaves them the pan flute his dad left him, as a trinket and a promise.

so he runs away! and he goes to the surface, learns a lot about nature and some about people. eventually he gets recruited in this adventurer's guild, which was actually pretty defunct and him and the new people he meets are tasked, if they will, with bringing it back to old glory. hes like, fuck it, its something to do, itll help me actually have someplace to stay, and id like to help other people. (spoiler alert: we've been doing pretty damn good for ourselves!)

his group (the guild is divided in two groups usually, though the members of the group swap around from time to time - but theyve been with the same group for a few months at the start) has this particularly handsome tiefling, who isnt afraid to show his distaste for zareyl for the simple act of being a drow. and you know what, zareyl doesnt mind that! he finds his honesty disarming, in a good way. he has trust issues, and heres a guy that isnt afraid to let him know he doesnt like him, and whats more honest than that? eventually they get to know each other better and they become friends, and at this point in time zareyl has fallen HAAARD for him. there was a point in a mission where zareyl kind of fell unconscious, bitch almost drowned, and Quies (the tiefling) did CPR on him - except that Zareyl wasn't unconscious, just paralyzed, and so he thinks back to that fucking kiss every week of his life. they also slept together in the same bed once and Zareyl barely got a wink of rest.

they have also adopted a false god baby together. 🤭 everyone was like "its a FALSE GOD, the last one was burning people to a crisp, you should kill it before it grows up to be evil" and we were like "um actually, fuck you, this is a literal baby and we don't believe in the concept of 'youre destined to be this and it cannot be changed', touch this baby and youre dead". so his name is Sedd and hes being taken care of by someone they trust as we keep on adventuring and they dote on him when they are back at the guild

ANYWAYS his current mission? going back to his hometown, to get his brothers. he feels so much guilt over leaving them, and hes terrified of what has happened to them in the meantime - but with a good guild with a solid set of people he trusts as staff (and a few kobolds), he finally has a home for them to go to where they can be safe and grow up properly. so that's where he's headed, and he's terrified, but his friends are there with him to support him. (im lowkey hoping we get to fight and kill his mom, but that might be too traumatizing for the brothers, so we'll see)

#ANYWAYS THATS ALL IM LATE TO DND NOW LOL #Charlie chatters

[ncutii-gatwa]

literally eriksen was in a state between life and death and the bbc were like ‘yeah let’s broadcast this to millions of people across the globe’

#random emma thoughts #football #euro 2020 #should have panned away and kept away when the cpr started #but nah let's get shots of him lifeless and being shocked back to life #also let's get footage of his wife crying her eyes out on the side cause she thinks her husband and father to her kids might die #but they'll pan away immediately when a streaker finds their way on the pitch #have some respect bbc #just seeing the cpr start was harrowing enough

[spicykoreantatertots]

Camp Blue Side - Part Two

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Summer Camp AU, Non Idol AU

Rating: 18+ (eventual smut)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, (more in future parts)

Summary: Last summer, sparks flew between you and Hoseok. He had an unforgettable smile, and you were putty in his hands. By the end of the summer, promises were made and you shared your phone number. But he never called. This summer, you're back at camp with a vengeance. Ghosted or not, you're ready for some friendly competition. He may be a Camp Blue Side veteran, but you won't back down.

Notes: This fic has been updated and is now part of the Summer of Love Collab! Please join us as we finish summer strong with seven summer themed fics!

Summer of Love Masterlist

Beta Readers: @thesoftsoobin

Banner: @sunshinejunghoseokie​

Camp Blue Side - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

~~~~~~~

The staff parking lot is filled with cars and this year’s counselors are celebrating each other’s arrival. Each time a new car pulls up, usually honking loudly, the group cheers. Just about everyone has arrived already, Namjoon is fiddling with his clipboard and pen. Everyone should have been here by now.

Hoseok arrived about ten minutes ago. His beat up old mazda pulled up and you did your best not to look in his direction, only stealing a glance as he exited the car. The only way to describe that man is bright. Neon green shoes, rainbow tye-dye shirt, and his dazzling heart-shaped smile. 

Somehow, he was even more beautiful than you remembered. You had spent the past school year hating him, but now he’s here, in the flesh, and you just want to feel his arms around you. You tore your eyes away from Hoseok, and you felt Seokjin’s hand on your shoulder. It grounded you back in reality.

As the final car, holding Jimin and Jungkook, pulls up, half-hearted cheers ring through the crowd. Not that you aren’t all excited to see Jimin and Jungkook, but no one likes to see an angry Namjoon. 

“Hey! It’s Jimin’s fault, okay? I even got to his place early!” Jungkook jumps out of the car, hands held defensively in front of his body. Jimin, screaming his rebuttal from inside the car, is cut off by Namjoon’s announcement. 

“Now that everyone is finally here, we will give cabin assignments and you can all get settled in before dinner.” Seokjin, standing a good two feet away from Namjoon, produces a clipboard from his backpack and begins listing off the cabin assignments. Two counselors of the same gender identity per cabin. 

Of course, you already know who your cabin mate will be this year. You’ve learned a lot of privileged information by arriving early with Seokjin. 

“Margo! Hey! We’re paired up this year in Cabin 2.” You whisper, not wanting to speak over your friend. 

“Oh hey, that’s awesome! Let’s go!” Margo picks up one of her bags and you reach to grab the other. The two of you walk off to Cabin 2, making casual small talk about the past year away from Camp. 

You were stoked to see a familiar name next to yours on the cabin list. Although you and Margo barely kept up with each other over the summer, you had gotten to know her quite well the year before. She was a first year counselor, and you were only a second year. You knew what it was like to feel alone, so you tried to take her under your wing and show her the ropes. 

She ended up being a great person to talk to about your crush on Hoseok, and well now you have a lot of tea to spill. 

“And he just... never called? Or texted?” Margo asks, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Nope.” 

“But he’s here now.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re going to be competing against him in team competitions.” 

“Exactly.” You share a devious smile.

“This is going to be an interesting summer, isn’t it?” Your cabin mate asks with a sigh.

“You bet your ass it is.”

~~~~~~~

After Margo got her belongings unpacked and stowed away, the two of you head to the Mess Hall for dinner and to catch up with your fellow counselors. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous to see Hoseok and to have to explain to everyone why the two of you weren’t... together. 

But it appears that Hoseok may already be handling that himself. A group of male counselors are sitting at a table where he is recounting some tale, and they are all listening intently. 

You can’t quite make out what he is saying, but you spot Seokjin sitting at a different table with Yoongi and a young guy you don’t recognize. Must be Yeonjun, the new JC who will be co-leading Team One with Hoseok. You’ll be keeping an eye on him. Seokjin waves you over and Margo follows you. 

“What has he been telling everyone?” You hiss at the guys when you sit. 

“Well...” Seokjin starts and your heart begins to sink. You know that tone.

“He’s got a new girlfriend.” Yoongi says, ripping the bandaid off in one swift motion. It stings. “He’s been bragging about her to all the guys. She’s hot and they met at work, or something like that.” He adds. 

“Ah.” You try to breathe through the feeling of your stomach dropping out, and Margo pats your bag gently. You spent the past year hoping he would call, processing the fact that he wasn’t going to, and burning with righteous fury. And now... you just want to cry. 

But you can’t let anyone see you cry. Especially not here and not now. Hoseok may have hurt you, but you can’t let him know you’re in pain. 

“Alright everyone, while we’re waiting on our dinner, let’s pair up in our activity groups and get to know each other a little better!” Namjoon announces and the room begins to buzz as everyone finds the people they would be working with this summer. 

You look around for Margo’s twin brother, Mack. He is going to be your co-leader for Team Two this year. 

“Hey Y/N!” Mack says, extending his hand for a fist bump. 

“What’s up! You excited to crush Team Two and Team Three this year?” You may be over-enthusing to make sure you don’t seem... sad. 

“Yeah! I’m sure you are too. Especially to beat Hoseok’s team.” Gulp.

“I do love some friendly competition, haha.” You reply dryly. 

“Well aren’t you guys together?”

“Uh...” you pause, color draining from your face.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry. He was talking about some awesome girl he’s been dating. I only caught part of the conversation, I thought he was talking about you.” Mack, looking mortified, tries to explain himself.

“No, it’s okay. He ghosted me. I haven't heard from him since last summer.” You clarify. Mack looks so sorry he mentioned it.

“Well I guess we really do have to beat his team now, don’t we?” He says with a smirk.

While Mack makes some more small talk about the plan for the coming weeks, your eyes scan the room. Everyone is paired off in their little teams. Yoongi is with Xavier, his Music co-leader, Taehyung with his Arts & Crafts co-leader, but his eyes are across the room on the Lead Counselor in Training who is chatting with Namjoon and taking notes on her clipboard. You spot Hoseok all the way on the furthest side of the Mess Hall from you. He’s talking to Yeonjun, facing away from you and that feels intentional. 

When the cook, Heather, steps out of the kitchen with a large sheet pan full of pizza, the counselors cheer. Then they immediately run to get in line, but before they can be served, Heather goes back into the kitchen. 

“How are you doing?” Seokjin asks, lining up behind you.

“Fine, Jin. Just fine.” 

“So, not fine, then?” He quips, laying a hand on your shoulder. 

“He’s gotten ahead of the narrative.” You reply, but he gives you a puzzled look. “He’s already told everyone about a girl and now I just look... pathetic.” 

“You’re not pathetic, Y/N.” Seokjin replies, giving your shoulder a pat. 

Heather returns from the kitchen with a tray of side salads and a tray of desserts, a choice between a sugar cookie and chocolate pudding. 

Unsurprisingly, you can see that Hoseok has secured a spot at the front of the line. Against your will, you watch him closely. He grabs his pizza, two slices, grabs a side salad, and reaches for a pudding cup. Something in your stomach twists, and you just want to get out of there. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Seokjin asks, but you’re already out the door. 

You try to hold back tears as you walk toward your cabin. 

He used to give you his chocolate puddings. Who is he going to give it to now? Why would he pick it up if he doesn’t even like them. 

When you make it back to the cabin, you throw yourself onto your bunk and let the tears flow into the pillow. Seeing Hoseok has been harder than you anticipated. 

~~~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” Margo asks, tiptoeing into the cabin.

“Yeah, you should head back, isn’t everyone still hanging out?” You ask, bring your head up from the pillow. It’s dark outside already.

“Well, no. It’s kind of late. Did you eat anything?” She asks.

“Yeah, I had a protein bar.” You reply, but your stomach growls, as if to say, that wasn’t enough. Margo reaches into her bag and pulls out a package of oreos, holding it in your direction. 

You cave, holding your palm open for a handful of the cookies. Your nearly empty stomach accepts the sweet treat and settles. 

“Did everyone notice I left, they must think I’m so pathetic.” You pout. 

“You wanna know what everyone noticed?” You nod in response to Margo’s question. “Everyone noticed that Hoseok left as soon as he realized you were gone.”

~~~~~~~

CPR training is a vital part of the yearly annual counselor training. Everyone needs to know how to resuscitate and potentially save the lives of the campers. Though it is a very serious topic, it’s hard to take the CPR dummies seriously. The faceless, limbless, lifeless dolls look very much like... blow up dolls. 

“If I hear one more moan out of you guys I will dock your pay!” Namjoon shouts over the chorus of immaturity. Very suddenly, the room goes quiet, “I thought that might get your attention, now Seokjin, please continue with the demonstration.” 

“Yes sir.” Seokjin replies, holding back a smirk.

He begins pumping the inanimate heart to the beat of a song and your eyes wander to Hoseok across the room. He’s giggling and whispering something to Yeonjun. Those boys will be fierce competition. 

It’s something you thought about this morning on your run. As you were jogging on the wooded trail, you realized Mack was right, you have to do everything in your power to take Team One down. The fire of competition will get you through the sadness of Hoseok’s betrayal. And tonight, you’ll get your first shot at beating them in the game of glow in the dark capture the flag.

Standing from his kneeling position, Seokjin asks, “Alright, who is up next?”

~~~~~~~

The sun has set and the teams have been divided for a game of capture the flag. Hoseok ended up on Seokjin’s team, and although you wish you were on your friend’s team, you’re relieved you didn’t end up on Hoseok’s. 

“Okay, Y/N, you’re a runner, I want you and Ryujin to be in charge of trying to get their flag. The rest of us will try to distract their team and protect our flag.” Namjoon orders in the huddle. The huddle breaks and everyone waits for the final ray of sunlight to fall behind the horizon. 

“I’m nervous.” Ryujin whispers to you while you stretch your calves.

“Ah yeah, you probably should be.” You joke. “Listen, all you need to worry about is getting tagged. Just don’t let anyone touch you and do your best to stay hidden. If you get your hands on the flag, just sprint back to our base.”

“You make it sound easy.” She laughs.

Seokjin’s whistle sounds and you take off. Ryujin, poor girl, runs straight for the field between the two bases. A rookie mistake. You, however, have played this game before. You run to the trees on the side of the field to take cover and watch the game unfold. 

It’s hard to see, but you can just make out Ryujin’s form running around the field dodging other bodies. It looks like so far your team is doing a good job of keeping the flag safe. Namjoon tackles a member of the other team and you decide to make a run for the other team’s base while everyone is distracted. 

You can hear your heart beating in your ear as the blood rushes to your legs. You’ve almost run the whole distance of the field behind the trees when you hear something. Suddenly a pair of neon green shoes catches your eyes. Hoseok. 

Holding your breath, you take cover, crouching behind a tree and hope to god that he doesn’t come over here. If he knew it was you, maybe he would spare you both the confrontation. You count to 60, slowly, and when he doesn’t come, you decide to stand up, intending to run for their base in a hail mary attempt to win. 

But you’re cut short. Just a few feet away, Hoseok is standing, waiting. He doesn’t move at first, but after a few breaths, he takes a step, and another. You can finally make out his eyes in the darkness. It’s the first eye contact you’ve made so far.

There are no words shared between you. At this moment your mind is blank. Having your old summer fling within arms reach is overwhelming. You feel the pull to reach out to him. He’s eyes are looking directly into yours and for a moment it looks like he’s going to speak. But he stops himself, his brows furrow for a moment, and then, he runs.

~~~~~~~

After a long week of training, morning runs, avoiding Hoseok, and trying to figure out what happened between you and him during the capture the flag game, you are really looking forward to lake day. A day off from training before final camp preparations take place. The campers will be arriving in just two days. 

You are one of the first ones to show up at the beach after lunch. You wasted no time changing into your bathing suit and slapping on some sunscreen. Jungkook and Jimin, the aquatic leaders, had already arrived as well. 

Other counselors trickle in and you get to watch their interactions. It’s only been a few days, but everyone is already back into the Camp Blue Side swing of things. 

The JCs all tend to head straight for the lake, while the older counselor’s chill on the beach. You’ve opted to sunbathe for a while before cooling off in the lake. You expect Seokjin will take a spot next to you when he arrives. 

The LCT has found a spot on the sand with Yoongi and Taehyung, no surprises there. She’s delicately rubbing sunscreen on Taehyung’s back. When she finishes, Taehyung’s Arts & Crafts co leader calls him over and he puts sunscreen on her back. You’re pretty sure you can see steaming coming out of the LCT’s ears. 

Someone lets out a joyful shout as they run from the edge of the beach all the way down the dock and jump into the lake. Hoseok.

“He really is still a camper at heart, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks as he sets his towel out next to yours. 

“If you mean to say he’s a child, then I can agree with that.” You roll your eyes. He is horsing around in the water with the JCs, no wonder they all look up to him. Yeonjun, his co-leader, is trying to pull his head underwater, but Hoseok isn’t budging. 

He hasn’t changed much and it takes you back to last summer. The campers would climb all over him during lake days, and he would let them. Once the two of you had become... a thing, you would always notice that he didn’t rub in the sunscreen on his nose. It became your responsibility to make sure the lotion was rubbed in all the way. 

“Y/N, Jin! We need one more for volleyball!” Jimin’s invitation brings you back to reality. Seokjin consults you before claiming the spot. You follow him over to the net to watch the game. Hoseok is playing. 

At first, you try not to watch him, but when the game gets going, Hoseok steps up his game. He serves, he sets, he dives, it’s hard not to watch him. You notice, toward the end of the game, that Hoseok has his signature white streak across his nose. He catches you looking, but instead of looking away, you point to your nose. 

Hoseok, still looking at you, misses a ball that lands right next to him, losing the game for his team. 

“Hoseok! What the hell man?” Jimin shouts, frustrated by Hoseok’s lack of attention. 

“Sorry, sorry. I got... distracted.” Hoseok replies, picking up the volleyball. “Round two anyone?”

~~~~~~~

“All right campers, let’s give a big round of applause to Heather for cooking our dinner tonight!” Seokjin announces over the microphone. The children, hyped up on carbs from dinner, cheer loudly for the Camp chef. They all arrived just a few hours ago, descending on camp like a swarm of buzzing bees. 

You’re a bit of a nervous wreck. For some god forsaken reason, you decided that you could volunteer to give a presentation at the camper orientation, and now you’re about to have to do that. Your notecards are organized and you rehearsed your talking points with Margo twice, but it doesn’t feel like enough when there are close to one hundred people in the audience. 

“Okay, now that we’ve gone over the basic camp rules, let’s give it up for Y/N, the Team Two leader who will be discussing the team games!” Seokjin says cheerfully, stepping off the stage and handing the microphone over to you. This is it. 

“Hey everyone! Who’s excited for the team games this year?” You ask, a big smile across your face. Of course everyone, counselor’s included, cheer loudly. 

“Yeah, that's great to hear. I am also very excited. As you can tell I took a lot of notes to make sure I give you all the important info.” You joke, but there’s only a few scattered laughs. You have to tuck the microphone into your arm awkwardly so you can flip your note card over to find the right page.

“Oh well they’re out of order, so I guess...” You look out into the crowd of expectant faces. Some of the campers are already not paying attention, you’ve lost them. As always, Hoseok catches your eye. He can see you’re floundering already, and he smirks. He fucking smirks. “I’ll have to wing it.” You finish your thought and toss the notecards to the side.

You manage to get through it, even working a few jokes in here and there. And it seems like the kids are really pumped for the team activities and the competition. 

“Okay, I think next up is Jungkook with some information about water activities and lake day!” The kids cheer, the girls squeal, all too excited for Jungkook to be on stage. 

“Hey, that was pretty good Y/N!” Seokjin whispers as you step back down from the stage.

“You missed a few talking points though-” Namjoon’s critique is cut short.

“You were GREAT!” Seokjin reaffirms. 

~~~~~~~

Hushed whispers can be heard in the cabin, but it’s the first night and you’re not going to try to enforce lights out. You would probably be struggling to fall asleep either way. 

Your interactions with Hoseok thus far have been quite puzzling. He has been confusing, rude, and annoying, but what does it mean? You keep thinking about the look in his eye that night during capture the flag. You could feel a spark between you, but he almost looked pained. But he’s the one who caused your pain. 

Maybe he’s just trying to get under your skin to make sure his team wins. Well tomorrow is day one of camp, and you’ll be damned if you let him win.

~~~~~~~​

#Camp Blue Side

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Jango Fett x Reader (Plentiful Bounties Chapter 7)

I do not own Star Wars or any characters. Another chapter and I hope you guys like it. Boba is starting to take a liking to the reader, and asks some pretty interesting questions.

------------------ Jango was content with the way things were going you both had been together for months now. Boba had started to really enjoy being around you. He was also enjoying the intimacy of being with you, and the sex was good too. He was going to have to go on another job, but this time he was going to take you and Boba with him. Your relationship with Jango had really taken off, and now you would share kisses openly. Occasionally he would give you a playful slap on your ass.

Your father had gone to visit friends, and had been gone for about a week. Boba was enjoying Mandalore, and the lessons you were giving him with your old blades. He had even made a couple of friends which Jango never thought Boba would be able to make or have friends with the life he led. “So I have a job that I would like you and Boba to go on”, Jango announced. “When are we going?!”, Boba questioned excitedly.

“Well I was hoping we could go here in the next couple of hours”, Jango told him. “Alright I’ll go get ready”, Boba said. “Boba before you go I have something for you”, you told him. “What is it?”, he asked. “Here”, you responded. You grabbed the box and handed it to him as he looked at you confused. “Should I open it here or in my room”, he questioned. “Either it doesn’t matter”, you smiled. He looked to his father who was eyeing you suspiciously, and then nodded to Boba.

He opened it, and his face lit up as he pulled out pieces of Beskar armor and helmet that had been made for him. “I hope it fits. That's why I had the armorer take your measurements the other day”, you explained. “Thank you!”, Boba yelled as he hugged you. He took off with his armor to go put it on. “You shouldn’t spoil him”, Jango told you trying to sound stern. “I can and will”, you sassed. That earned you a swat on your ass, and you jumped as Jango Picked you up to put you on the counter.

He kissed you hungrily, and getting bold brought his hands up from your hips to your breasts. He kneaded your breast as you whimpered into his mouth. He pulled your hair as he started kissing down your neck, but the sound of Boba making his way down the hall made him pull away. Boba stood there standing proudly in his armor, and you noticed Jango tear up a little. You smiled as he showed his father the holster for a blaster, and scabbards for the blades.

“Looks like you're ready for the hunt”, Jango told him. You could tell that he was proud of his son as he smiled. You went to get your gear on, and Jango did too as Boba placed some things into a knapsack for the trip. Once on the ship you let Boba sit in the cockpit with his father. You were sure that this would be a pretty quick bounty, but they were on Kashyyyk, and that was a dangerous planet.

You had napped the whole way until Jango landed the ship. You three made it to one of the Wookie villages, and showed the bounties face to them. They recognized him as the one that had kidnapped several of their kind. Once getting a heading you three took off to find the bounty, and you ended up having to climb up into the tree canopies. The bounty was up ahead and Jango was willing to get this done and over with. He went in first and you kept Boba behind you as you headed in to help him.

You jumped and kicked the bounty in the face as Jango ducked. The fight was fast paced as you and Jango danced around each other taking turns on taking the bounty down. The bounty threw a grenade, and Jango barely missed the blast, but Boba jumped in to block a blow with his blades. Boba did well until he got kicked in the helmet sending him back wards, and sliding towards the edge.

Boba pulled himself back up onto the platform as his father yelled for him to get back. While you had your back turned the bounty shot your jet pack. You knew the whine it let out meant it was going to blow. You pulled it off and covered Boba as the blast hit you throwing you both over the edge. You turned your back to the ground trying to protect Boba, and you could feel your back hitting some of the small branches as it pinged on your armor.

A hard hit to your helmet had you blacking out, and your grip loosened on Boba. Boba could see the water as you had lost your grip on him. His heart was hammering in his chest, but he took a deep breath as he watched you hit the water, and then plunged in himself. The water was murky as he watched you start to sink. He swam to you as he grabbed hold of you trying to pull you up to the surface.

His instincts kicked in and threw his arm up to shoot his cable. It caught and he had it pull you both to the surface. He pulled you mostly out of the water, and pulled your helmet off. You weren’t breathing and he panicked. What was he supposed to do? He wasn’t strong enough to give you CPR, but he didn’t have to worry about that as his father landed next to him. “Back up”, he told him.

Boba moved in reflex as he watched his father give you CPR. It didn’t take long to get you breathing again as you coughed up water. You sat up quickly much to your protesting back, and made sure to lock onto Boba then once noticing he was alright you looked to Jango. “Boba are you alright?”, you questioned frantically looking back to him. “I’m…”, Boba went to say, but was cut off. “What do you think you were doing!?”, Jango boomed. “She needed…”, Boba started, but was cut off a second time.

“It was stupid, and you know better. You could have been hurt or even killed. You almost got (Y/N) killed by being a distraction”, he growled. “Jango”, you tried to gain his attention. “You disobeyed me, and don’t you try to defend his actions!”, Jango yelled turning towards you. “Don’t raise your voice at me. He did what any Mandalorian warrior would do”, you calmly stated. “No he isn’t a warrior! He is a boy, and he needs to learn that there are consequences. When you get back to Slave I you will take that armor, and when we land you will take it back to the armorer!”, he raised his voice at you again.

You stopped knowing that anything you said at this point would only anger Jango more. You knew Boba was crying even with the helmet on, and Jango had you take him back towards Slave I as he took the bounty to the Wookies. When the door closed to Slave I Boba pulled his helmet off and ran into your arms as he cried. “I only wanted to help”, he sobbed. “I know, and you did well. The way you deflected that blow earlier was greatly executed”, you praised trying to get him to stop crying.

You let him cry as you sat down on one of the cots in the cargo hold. You ran your fingers through his hair as he calmed down. “I wish you had been my mom”, he sniffled. “Why is that?”, you asked. “Because you treat me like a mom would”, he replied. He was quiet and that’s when you realized he was asleep. He was still in the armor, and you knew that wouldn’t be comfortable.

Jango had just made it into the ship when he saw you pulling Boba’s armor and boots off. He watched as you covered him up, and kissed his head. Jango melted some at that, but he was still angry about the incident earlier. You looked up as Jango walked past you, and the anger behind his gaze was still smoldering. You gave him a glare right back, and he huffed as he made his way to the cockpit.

Half way back home Boba woke up, and you were there laying on another cot. “(Y/N) is my buir still mad at us?”, he questioned. “I’m not sure Boba”, you sighed. “Do you think my Buir would marry you?”, he interrogated. You were completely caught off guard as you responded, “Well I...I don’t know. why?”, you urged. “Well if he did you would be my mom, and maybe he would be able to get me a baby brother or sister”, Boba answered. “Boba how do you think you would get a baby brother or sister?”, you asked flustered.

“I don’t know. The same way I was made I guess”, he mumbled. You coughed to cover up your red face as you imagined the way Jango would get you pregnant. Images of you heavily pregnant as Jango ran his hand over your swollen belly, and chuckling when the baby kicked. You came back to yourself when Slave I landed, and you absentmindedly put your hand over your belly. You chuckled as Boba grabbed his armor and handed it to you.

Jango didn’t say a word as you three made your way back to the house. You watched as Boba went to his room closing the door. Jango turned to watch you as you grabbed cooking utensils. “You should go, and let him know you're not mad”, you announced. “I am mad”, he huffed. “No you're not mad at him. You're mad at me and yourself for giving him the armor and letting him come along”, you told him.

You turned the heat on, and put a pan down to start cooking. When you turned around he was right in front of you, and he pulled you into him to kiss you. The kiss was angry and rushed as he pulled at your shirt. “Jango… I’m trying to...COOK!”, you squeaked as he groped your breast, and licked up your neck. “You know I saw those images. Did you project them on purpose hmm?”, he quizzed.

“What”, you moaned. “The images of how I would get you pregnant, and how you would look if I did. Force users always giving you glimpses of what could be. Is that what you want. For me to fuck a baby into you”, he growled nipping at your throat. “Jango let me cook”, you whimpered, definitely not wanting him to stop. He did and slowly let himself calm down as you tried to focus on cooking. “This isn’t over”, he grunted as he made his way to Boba’s room to talk. Boba’s door opened and you could hear Boba giggling, and when they came around the corner Boba sitting on his father's shoulders.

You watched as he pulled him off, and tossed him on a couch to tickle him. ‘He would make such a fine husband, and future father if you decided to have children’, your father's voice rang through your thoughts. You remembered him telling you that as you described how you felt about Jango. You smiled as you remembered getting so flustered as your father also told you that it would be just like her mother and him when they got married. You shook your head as you continued cooking.

You thought about how Jango reacted to the thought of him getting you pregnant, and you understood that he was somewhat angry, but the way he had dirty talked about fucking a baby into you had your pussy growing wet. Why was this affecting you so much were your hormones deciding to mess with you or was it just the thought of the act of sex. You let your mind wander and it drifted into Jango’s mind as he now sat on the couch watching you cook.

Every once in a while he would glance over in your direction, and you would blush and look away. Dinner was finished and as you all ate Boba looked straight at his father to ask a question. “Dad how come I can’t have a brother or sister?”, he asked. You choked a little on your food as Jango stiffened in his seat. “Because I only wanted one of you. Could you imagine how much trouble it would be to chase two of you around”, Jango chuckled.

You could imagine it right now actually and woah where were these thoughts coming from. The dinner table got quiet again as Jango looked at you noticing the red flush in your cheeks. “You okay (Y/N). You look flushed”, Jango grinned. “Yes, I’m fine”, you grumbled. Dinner went quickly and Boba took his sanisteam before bed and Jango tucked him in. You must be hormonal because your skin felt hot, and your pussy was soaked. Just a look from Jango had you biting your lip.

When Jango entered the room and closed the door you pounced pushing him against the door. You clawed at his shirt and he was almost dumbfounded as you pulled his shirt off him, and kissed him feverishly. He was shocked to say the least as you sucked and bit at his neck. You tore your shirt off your body then your bra, and went back in to bite and suck marks down his chest. You pulled his pants and underpants all the way down and took him in your mouth.

“Ah (Y/N) KRIFF! Easy cya’re”, he told you. You pulled off him with a pop as you realized that was the first time he had ever used that mando'a endearment. He reached his hand down to cup your face, but you pulled away and took him back in your mouth. He almost doubled over as you kept going. He was close, but right before he went over you stopped, and he growled at you when you pulled away. You stood and shed your pants and panties to crawl onto the bed. “Jango please I need you”, you whined as Jango climbed onto the bed behind you. He was starting to feel hot same as you, but this wasn’t a normal heat from sex and then he realized you both must have brushed against a plant.

“(Y/N) we need to stop. I think the reason we feel like this is because of a plant we brushed past on Kashyyyk”, he groaned as you ground back into him. He was starting to go hazy, but he mustered the strength and will power to get you in the sanisteam. Immediately after you showered you had cooled down, but you were still horny. Jango couldn’t take anymore of your teasing as he bent you forward and took you from behind. You moaned loudly as he thrusts into you without slowing. He reached down to rub your clit, and you came with a wailing cry as he pushed into you to fill you.

Jango was still hard as he started up another rhythm, and you pushed back into his thrusts. It felt like your insides were melting as he hit every spot. The plant must have had aphrodisiac properties, and oh fuck he was hitting a spot that had you cumming again. He filled you as he grunted out your name. He pulled out of you to pick you up and pushed your back against the shower wall. He entered you again still hard, and usually he would need time to come back from his high.

You both came five times in the shower, and he wasn’t slowing. You both dried off and he carried you to the bed where he dropped you and climbed over top of you. He looked down as he took you again placing a hand over your lower belly. He slowed for a moment and looked up to you as if trying to clear his head. His skin still felt like it was on fire, and you still wanted him to keep fucking you. “Maybe I should take your father's advice. Marry you and have a couple of kids”, he told you.

That sobered you up some, but you and Jango had grown close. “You could be a mother to Boba. He asks why I haven’t married you yet”, he told you snapping his hips into you. “If I asked you to marry me would you”, he panted. You thought about it as he started thrusting into you again. “Yes I would”, you cried as he hit that spot. He had you cumming twice within minutes and he filled you both times. The effects of whatever it was didn’t wear off until late into the night.

You both collapsed after many rounds of sex, and when you woke up he was holding you to him, and you noticed he was still inside you. Then the events of last night hit you and what Jango had asked you. You let him slip out of you as you showered again, and got dressed to make breakfast. You had said yes to marrying Jango, and would he remember it. You had been together for months now, and you didn’t know why but it felt right. You weren’t under the influence of anything anymore, and if Jango remembered last night you made up your mind you would marry the man.

Jango woke to find you gone, and he was a mess so he jumped into the shower. Then the events of last night hit him. He had asked you to marry him, and he stopped breathing when he remembered you had said yes. Once he was dressed he made his way to the kitchen to find you in his shirt and when you turned around he was only wearing pants. You could see the marks you left on him, and blushed as he made his way over to you. He pulled you to him and kissed you.

“Do you remember last night”, he hummed, smiling. “Yes”, you replied. “So you remember what I asked”, he said. “I do”, you responded. “Will you marry me (Y/N)?”, he questioned. You smiled up at him, “Yes Jango I will”. He pulled you in for a kiss when you heard clapping. You both pulled apart to see your father standing in the doorway. “It’s about karking time”, he said. He congratulated you both then went to his room to unpack. Boba sauntered in as you and Jango both made breakfast.

“Boba I have a serious question for you and you have to answer honestly”, Jango told his son. “Okay what is it?”, Boba questioned. “Would you like to have a mother?”, Jango smirked. “Yeah”, Boba said, looking at you. “Well you're in luck because I asked (Y/N) to marry me last night, and she said yes”, Jango finished. “You mean that (Y/N) is going to be my mom!”, he exclaimed. You both nodded and he ran to your side and hugged you, then he hugged his father.

Boba waited patiently for his breakfast beaming about the news, and your father joined him at the table. “We need to start planning a wedding”, your father told you. “Nothing fancy, just simple, and traditional Mandoan wedding”, you explained. Jango chuckled at you as you gave him a look. Silence enveloped the table as you all ate, and out of the blue the question arose. “So does this mean I’m getting a brother or sister?”, Boba questioned. You turned absolutely red as your father looked at you then Jango almost shocked. “Not yet son, but maybe later”, Jango said, not wanting to make eye contact with your father as he remembered last night.

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