#i was like 'i need a comic idea for the word boba'
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hiya my fellow mutual <3 happy birthday ! sending virtual hugs and forehead kisses !
for a random word request … how about boba ?
thank you tay! this was a really great prompt and even tho it's been super delayed I hope you like what I ended up doing with it 🥰
#bakudeku#bkdk#bnha#my art#poots#this dumb thing is based off of a quick convo i had with my partner#i was like 'i need a comic idea for the word boba'#and he was like 'oh you mean like the-'#and i thought i would finish his sentence for him#but when i said 'beverage' he said 'bounty hunter'#and we stared at each other like 🧍♂️🧍♂️#anyways im glad i finally came back to finish the roughs for this its just been sitting in my drafts for so long#i decided at 1am i will not sleep until i get it done for good#hopefully i can get on a better production sched soon and balance my bkdk projects better with my other ones#i need to go to sleep#k max you can shut up now#zzzzzzzz
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for the WIP game, can you tell me more about ‘Fox gets a job- quin/ Fox’ 👀👀
thank you for asking!
OK so i know i've talked about this on here before but i love this au so i'm gonna repeat myself a bit probably.
so its set post war, no order 66. The idea is that the war opened everyones eyes to cloning, in a very bad way. loads of half bit criminals are like. free labour? people we can raise to do whatever we want? why don't we give it a try. theres a background of a lot of shitty gangs going about trying out cloning in a way that would horrify the kaminoans really. this is not good science, this is comic book-esque backstreet cloning in order to take advantage of people.
they are largely not successful. the problem isnt that there are loads of gang owned clones around. the problem is that they keep trying even tho they dont know shit about cloning and so vulnerable ppl are getting kidnapped off the streets for gennetic material and in a baby farm type way to grow clones in. its bad.
enter fox. he's drifting after the war. he doesnt really know what too do with his life. he is looking for a job and he says he wants a job but everytime he gets an interview he's overly honest and tells them things like 'yeah i killed my last boss' (palpatine) and 'my greatest flaw? i'm too competent. it makes my bosses feel inferior' and so understandably nobody will give him a job
he doesnt actually need a job. quin is paying all his bills cause theyre in a weird not relationship and wont admit they care about eachother. fox is deadly embarrased about whatever quin funding him and spending all his days off in fox's apartment might signify and so it is a MASSIVE SECRET that must be kept from fox's brothers.
so fox at this point in his life, stumbles on to one of these cloning ops and ends up helping someone. and it becomes kind of addictive. he wont admit it but helping these people, who are being hurt by cloning, settles something in him. maybe it settles the thing in him that he wont admit is so hurt by the cards he and his brothers have been dealt, by what was done to them.
so fox sets up as a private investigator. but because he's a weirdo who runs from intimacy he kind of. doesnt tell anyone (he cant. this is important to him) but of course, his brothers find out anyway and they also find out that he's running the worst business ever because he's not taking money from his clients. because he doesnt feel right doing it.
now where this is building to (and this is the part that i kinda got stuck on) is he stumbles on to a BIG criminall gang cloning conspiracy. one where they are actually succeeding in cloning people. he ends up investigating this one with Boba! which pretty much happens cause at the start before he knows how big this is, he walks in to this lab, and who has also broken in to the lab and is investigating the same conspiracy? BOBA. and its just like. fox and boba stood on either side of this illegal lab like. spiderman meme pointing. looking out of the window of a car as they drive past each other. that vibe.
and the rest of the story is boba and fox on this unwilling team up. neither of them wanting to admit to feelings but having to kind of both admit. yeah. bad things happened to us and i dont like the idea of anyone else being out there with similar stuff happening to them. they also unwillingly get close. then theres the side plot of fox having to admit his feelings when it comes too quin and admit that theyre kinda living like theyre in a committed relationship without the words. and then the other thing thats going on in the background is cody and obi wan, who are living together, in a happy relationship apart from the fact that they never have an empty house becuase one of them is aways inviting some wayward sibling or other to stay with them. cody and obi wan respectively have no shortage of family so its just constant and both of them act like theyre annoyed each time the others do it, but really, its why they love each other and theyre both so big brother coded and yeah.
so i know i've alread shared some bits of this here and here (and possibly theres a third one floating around here as welll? cant find it)
so here are some other snippets from other parts of the au:
and from a bit later on, a quin/fox bit
later on, fox being uncharactaristially honest (it's easier when the person doesnt matter to him)
and finally, fox's thoughts on the cloning problem
and i've shared loads sorry so i'll stop now, but yeah. this is an idea i am very excited about and i am very frustrated that i havent been able to form a conspiracy that fits right for him and boba to investigate
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Mr. Love Ler Headcanons
Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba
Potential Triggers:
Pairing: Kiro/F! Reader, Lucien/F! Reader, Victor/F! Reader, Gavin/F! Reader, Shaw/F! Reader
Length: 1.4l+
Summary: N/A
Kiro:
Omg Kiro as a ler is super playful and energetic.
Likes to use his hands the most! Feels it’s the most intimate.
Does NOT shut up.
Has known he was a Ler since childhood actually, unlike the others so he’s the most experienced with terms, tools and wrecking you.
He sees it as a super fun way to break the touch barrier and also help lift moods or break a silence so he will just lunge at you out of nowhere while you’re chilling with him and just go to town.
“Aw c’mon cutie you can take a little more cantcha? Look at that beaming smile!
King of teasing holy fuck he will make you red.
Partial to coochie coos and tickle tickles to fill any moments of his own silence.
Lives to see you afterwards, pink, discombobulated and pouting which leads to a quick scribble at your ribs to make you giggle again.
“You know you love me~”
Cheeky little shit.
Lucien:
OMG HE’S SO MEAN DON’T LET HIM FIND OUT YOUR TICKLISH PLEASE GOD-
He’s a man of science and you know what that means.
Tickle experiments. All the time.
And if he knows you like it? He won’t stop.
And believe me…he’ll know.
You won’t need to say a word.
He’ll notice the way you arch into his touch, or the way you look away and blush when he makes an analogy about having a tickle in his throat and that’s all he needs to get curious enough to generate a hypothesis.
Once he tests it and just out of the blue while asking rapidfire questions under the guise of a game blurts it out in the same monotone voice as always.
“So I take it you like being tickled hm?”
“Yeah of course I-”
He wished he had a camera to record the way your face had froze as you realized what had just come out of your mouth before you rushed to backpedal.
“I-I mean-no I just-I th-thought you asked something el-”
Too late for that.
He had already cornered you against the nearest wall and begun skating his fingernails under your shirt over your bare sides with a calm smile.
“There’s no need to tell fibs now. I can see from how red you are that you like this whether you attempt to deceive me or not.”
He merely laughed as you groaned in embarrassment and hid your burning face in his lab coat.
From then on, lots of experiments. He is a neurologist after all. What better way to test how laughter affects brain chemistry?
Victor:
Opposite to Kiro; he’s cold and doesn’t open his mouth much besides to offer the occasional playfully degrading comment.
“Ah, so this is your real laugh hm? Quite loud. I should be the only one to hear it.”
He’s much more focused on your laughter and flustered reaction as well as what makes you give him the best reactions.
Always evolving his tickling style. Kind of experimental like Lucien but more spur of the moment and doing it to mess with you.
Quick, nimble, long fingers.
How else do you think he writes and types so fast as a CEO?
Uses his big hands to wrap around you and can tickle both your ribs and back at the same time.
Finds a sadistic satisfaction in the way you jerk and let out a strangled sound of gaped laughter when he does it for the first time, eyes comically wide before you attempt to beg.
Punishes you when you make him worry and when you go MIA in particular.
Does it out of nowhere too, to catch you off guard.
…Absolutely once called you to his office just to wreck you until you were in tears.
Goldman got some ideas after that day the poor secretary-
Gavin:
High school friend already knew you were ticklish, despite never having done it to you himself until now.
He’s too shy for that now, c’mon.
The sweet ler who’ll hesitate even when he’s got you pinned, his hands hovering over your skin after a playfight.
“J-Just call my name if you need me to stop okay?”
His softness is the last thing on your mind as he then roughly digs his fingers into your hipbones.
When you burst into giggles, the smallest of smiles twitches onto his lips as he relishes in the sound of your laughter.
Teases tentatively since he’s worried about pushing you too far.
More innocent comments and him blurting out his thoughts that have the added bonus of flustering you to Hell and back.
“Heh…your laugh hasn’t changed a bit.”
“Man, look how red you’ve gotten.”
Will turn red himself when he goes to pull away, worried you’re not getting enough oxygen and you pull his hand back towards your body with a pout.
Lets out the purest laugh when it clicks and turns a bit more teasy in reaction.
“Oh? You don’t want me to stop do you?”
*SPOILER CHARACTERS BELOW THE CUT*
Helios:
Hi.
Remember how I said Kiro was a master ler?
Take that; multiply it by 500 and you’ve got Helios.
Fuck playful tickling.
This man?
Gonna torture you.
Kiro was very careful to never use his Evol on you, even if you said you didn’t mind or even wanted him to.
Helios has no such qualms and relishes in the lack of control he can force on you.
It’s a reminder to him both that he’s powerful and you’re safe not that he’ll ever admit as much.
Degrades just a tad when he lers.
Makes fun of you for liking it
🥺
“Oh? What a naughty little tickle slut I’ve come across. Look at you barely struggling against me.”
Leans forward to hiss into your ear and you feel his teeth drag there.
“Now if you don’t want me to stop…”
“Beg for it.”
Shaw:
The type to pretend he’d rather be literally anywhere else. Like he’s not the one torturing you and it’s this huge inconvenience as you lose it in his arms.
“Damn your laugh is so squeaky. Ha! Did you just snort?”
Try to quiet yourself and he’ll either pout or threaten as his
“Did I say to stop?”
Omg absolutely the type to let you get away just to drag you back to him!!
Doesn’t show it outwardly but freaking loves the chase and struggle under that tsundere ass façade.
Possessive of his Lee.
He wants to be the only one to tickle them.
Especially in front of a certain brother
Generally enjoys tickling you in front of others despite his possessive nature since he views it as a declaration.
Any of his band members from Loud House try joining in he will 1000% put you down to wreck them till they cry.
“Oh you wanted to join in? Why didn’t you just say so?”
Oh shit wait that’s not playfulness that’s aggression in his tone run little drummer boy run!!
Absolutely no mercy. Follows through on making them cry and taunts them mercilessly about it. Never lets them live it down and threatens them with it again if he gets jealous.
…no-one’s stupid enough to try again after that.
Ares:
Once Lucien drops the mask?
Much like Helios he’s worse.
The only difference? His was done for manipulation against you rather than to protect you and he’s got even less qualms about using it to mess with you.
He already did it as Lucien of course but as Ares?
He’s so much crueler, and he’s not afraid to manhandle you either.
Even if he wants to safeguard you, it doesn’t mean he can’t have some fun with you too.
And maybe he misses your smile and laughter around him.
Not that he’d ever tell you as much.
He never got to show his annoyance as Lucien and as Ares he still mostly doesn’t.
Until he does.
You make one too many passive aggressive comments, roll your eyes one too many times and suddenly he’s got you pinned by your neck against the wall, grin more feral than you’d ever seen it with a glint in his eyes that makes your blood turn to ice.
He clicks his tongue at you.
“Tsk tsk tsk…not a very smart girl now are we?”
His voice is little more than a hiss.
“This has been a long time coming. I hope you’re ready to be punished. Thoroughly.”
He leans forward to purr all too sweetly into your ear.
“And I have just the method. Be a good girl and behave for me won’t you? I’d hate to have to gag you.”
His tone was so full of relish you know if you so much as try it he’ll follow through.
#tlc: brown sugar boba#tlc: tickle headcanons#mr. love tickle headcanons#mr love tickle headcanons#mr love tickles#lucien x reader#kiro x reader#gavin x reader#victor x reader#helios x reader#ares x reader#shaw x reader#female reader#mr love: queen's choice
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Playing around with an idea: I haven’t seen any time travel fics that go back and change the outcome of the skirmish at the Fett farm. Most go to Korda VI or Galdiraan, obvious points for major change. But how different would things be if the Fetts survived and Jaster didn't adopt Jango? I don't know how things would change for Jaster, but Jango ends up being a crucial piece to the future of the GFFA. A lot would change if Jango Fett wasn't the son of Jaster Mereel. He might not become a bounty hunter, certainly wouldn't be Mand'alor, wouldn't be in position to be used by the Sith, no clone army, no Boba- at least not the Boba Fett we know and love. Also, a different Mand'alor means a different future for Mandalore.
Here's what I'm thinking about: Anakin messes with an artifact he shouldn’t and gets sent back in time. Mission, archive duty, I don't know. I'm thinking shortly after the Obi-Wan & Anakin comic, after Palpatine has gotten involved but before he really gets his claws into him. He lands at the Fett farm while Death Watch is looking for Jaster.
Between Obi-Wan and Tatooine, he knows the shriek-hawk and black/blue armor = bad, especially when the people in that armor have somebody (Pa Fett) on their knees in front of their crying kid (Jango). Anakin doesn't need the Force to know which side to choose. He's sure Obi-Wan would attempt to negotiate, but he's not that good with words. He attacks the guy closest to him, which is the guy holding Pa Fett. The Mandalorians were surprised by Anakin's appearance (he just materialized out of nowhere) and weren't prepared for him to immediate start going at them with his laser sword. A woman (Ma Fett) comes out the house with a blaster rifle and takes out the guy holding Jango. Pa Fett tells Jango to run, Jango goes into the fields. Now, in another universe, Death Watch would've followed, gotten shot at by True Mandalorians and then would've set the fields on fire. In this one, they're too busy with Anakin, who knows enough to not bother hitting the armor, but hit where the armor isn't (several Death Watch are already in multiple pieces), and Ma Fett's blaster (she shot someone with a helmet between the eyes at a distance, she's good) to do anything about Jaster Mereel and his crew in the fields. By the time the True Mandalorians join the fight, Tor Visla's pulled out the Darksaber and is trying to hold off Anakin. But Anakin is a lightsaber prodigy and Tor's bes'kad training isn't meant for something with a non-solid blade. He loses his head to a 12/13 year old Jedi padawan.
Ultimately, Anakin would be rejected by the Jedi a second time (still has the fear issues from before and he's just killed a bunch of people with little remorse), but without Qui-Gon's support (whatever he felt on Tatooine, he's not feeling now). So, Jaster does get a kid out of that fight, just it's Anakin getting adopted instead of Jango. Fetts offer to adopt him as well and there may be threats given to Jaster regarding Anakin's well being (they owe him a debt, they will see him taken care of). Anakin eventually opens up to Jaster about his life in the future and Jaster might be taking notes about who to kill. Once he gets to Palpatine, because Jaster can't tell Obi-Wan and the Jedi don't currently care, Anakin tells him all the things Palpatine has said and the places Palpatine took him (like in the comic). Jaster's not an idiot, he knows grooming when he hears about it, and makes definite plans to kill Skeevy Sheevy (cause a leopard doesn't change his spots). He's not a Senator at this time (this is just before the election he rigged), and certainly not Chancellor, shouldn't be a problem. It's when the assassination fails, he finds out he's dealing with a Sith Lord, not a child molester. The Jedi get involved because Sith, and the entire thing starts unraveling.
Plagueis offs Palpatine as a loose end, but it doesn't save him in the end.
No Korda VI and no Galidraan, because Death Watch is gone. No Naboo and no Clone Wars because Palpatine and the Sith are gone. And everybody that's not Palpatine lives happily ever after. :)
#fic#star wars#anakin skywalker#jaster mereel#time travel fix its are my jam#jango is anakin's very annoying#little brother#arla has a crush on him in the beginning#until she gets over it and learns roasting him is much more fun#anakin has to get over the crush on padme since she won't be born for another ten years#he still misses obi-wan though#so obi-wan grows up with a secret mando friend who keeps breaking into the temple to see him#yoda thinks it's hilarious#i have no idea where this is going except fix everything by stumbling into it accidentally
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Hi! It's gossip girl❤️❤️ I missed our little messages too! Luckily school isn't too bad right now so I hoping to be able to keep up on here a bit better now! I hope you're doing well!! I got to read so of the stories you've done recently and they've all been brilliant! I especially liked the one you posted yesterday! Make your home in my heart! ❤️ it was so cute! I love how soft Tommy was with her and how he took time to care for her! ❤️❤️ and I also liked the Runway! I haven't seen Anna but I heard it's good! And I loved how you made the story begin!
I've been doing alright! My break was nice and exams went pretty well! My classes this semester are a bit harder though so that's a bit of a challenge though 😂🥲😂
And I think my anxiety is doing a bit better now! I think I may actually try to post something within. Like two weeks maybe!
I know I mentioned I had writers block but you know what😂 I got to go home for this weekend and had to fly. So I was like determined to try and finish at least one of my stories. And not only did I finish both but I've got 20k+ words broken up over about 6 different stories done now😂 One I still need to finish though! I kinda surprised myself too because I was typing stuff on the plane and usually I'm nervous annoy people seeing that stuff. But I lucked out both times and no one was in the seat next to me, which I think helped! 😂And I actually have more ideas I wanna get done by next week too😂 It was actually your little idea about Drabble that helped me get out of it too! So thank you for that! ❤️ Once I remembered that I didn't have to write a super long story it was a bit easier for me to cut down in what wasn't important! I have some bullet point ideas or mini Drabble that I've also almost got done too! There is one idea that I may send an other ask about though! It's something I be been wanting to write because I think I have a really good idea for a line prompt. But there's I'm a little stuck because of some of the TW's that would be included in the story and I'm not sure how'd people react? Idk if that makes sense but I can explain more in the other ask if that's ok!
And yes! Alfie is absolutely a rich character! He's one of my favorites😂 I'm so glad he made it though the series😂
Morpheus is pretty good! It's based of a comic by Neil Gaiman about the the Lord of Dreams (Morpheus)! And it starts off after he's been imprisoned for like 100 years and finally gets free and has to build up his kingdom again! I know it's not the busy summary but it's definitely worth the watch! And the actor who plays Morpheus (Tom Sturrige? I think it's spelled) is also very nice to look at so😂😂 but it's a pretty good show!
And I've heard of Both those movies with Cillian but haven't seen them. I've especially heard people like Breakfast on Pluto! I haven't heard of Virgin River though! What's it about?
And I will say that we have interacted before but again I've kinda been hiding around for the last little bit 😂 And I honestly started the same way as you to, only on anon then I decided to share on thing and people seems to like it so I tried sharing more😂 Then I went into hiding again but you know, I think I might come out of my cave soon😅 And thank you for all your encouragement too! You really have helped me be less nervous about it all!❤️
And I haven't actually seen Sex and the City, but I've heard of that one too! But I get what you mean by being apprehensive to second parts! Sometimes the producers should have just stuck to one😂 but I do know that gossip girl is on HBO if you couldn't find it!
Ohhh and local cafe's are fun! I wish there were some more near me I could go to😂 My college is great but it's not really in a big city where there's lots of cafes😂 We do have a few boba shops that could probably work pretty well though! Does coffee flavored boba count? 😂 And ohh I did see that you were writing for them! I still haven't seen a Quiet Place two yet, but I've seen part of Anna (didn't get to finish it) and I do really enjoy the Nolan Batman's (Cillian is very good at playing the characters who are a little psycho😂) But I can't think of anything specific to see with this right now! If I think of something I'll definitely let you know though!! ❤️
Aside from all the fics I've been trying to catch up on, I have a few mystery novels I want to finish! Most of what I've read though this year had been my textbooks though 😂
And I hope your days have been going alright and will only get better from her on!🥰🥰You're amazing!! Thank you for all your advice! And I'll be sure to send that ask about you opinion on an idea I had after this! ❤️❤️❤️
XoXo Gossip Girl!
Hello gossip girl!!!
How have you been?
I’m glad to hear school is doing alright:) thank you so much! I’ve been writing more and faster (I think hehe) aww thank you! It makes me so happy to know you liked that story! I’m a firmly believer that Tommy would be a sweet man, he just couldn’t leave her there in the pouring rain at night… and she managed to win his heart too. (I might have a second part planned for later) but first I need to finish the ancient request I got a while ago, I think there are 2 more stories in my drafts (gotta hurry up). I’m writing the second part to The Runway!!! And I’m so excited about it 🥰 looove Lenny!
Congratulations on the good grades! Keep the hard work going ☺️ oh but I’m sure you will do it just fine! Trust yourself (best of luck with your classes!)
Remember to take deep breaths, try to think of the things that gives you peace usually (and of course post the stories you’ve been working!), it will be just fine 😉
Oh I think airports are a great source of inspiration, wow! That’s an impressive work, you have been writing a lot! It makes me so happy to hear that! Yeah I don’t like neighbors looking at what you’re doing haha I get so nervous, but you were neighbor’s free so it must’ve helped a lot. Did you keep writing? *eyes*… oh that post helped me too! Like a lot! Sometimes I pressure myself to write something long, over X words but when I read that I was like… wait a minute, some stories can work great as short, a Drabble… 🥰💕 aww you’re welcome! It makes my entire world to know you’ve found some inspiration in my silly posts… my job is done here. We don’t even realize the pressure we put on ourselves sometimes right? Some stories are mean to be short, a mini series, a long series or a one shot, and it’s perfectly fine, what really matters is that we write what we want and enjoy it.
In your other post you mention SA, but I don’t know what it means? And also TW’s? 🙈 also do you want me to post the other message with the ideas for your story? Let me know!… okay the general idea sounds great to me! I just have a few questions to fully understand the plot, which I will share on your next message if you tell me you are okay with me posting it. But to answer your dilemma, I’d say go for it because internally you’ve been thinking about it since the beginning! Don’t doubt yourself on it, whatever path you choose is going to be the right one because it’s part of your original idea 😉😊
Alfie was a great addition to the show! He is so interesting and unique, he has a lot of things to bring to the table…
Oh wow Morpheus sounds interesting 🤔 I will try to see if it’s around the platform I have subscription from, or at least a small video to get an idea of the show, although to tell you the truth? I find it hard to get hooked with another series than peaky, what have they done to me? I want/need 10 more series ahaha (said the frustrated one) 😂 but it would be good to have something else to look at.
Breakfast on Pluto was amazing, I loved his character there (I think they did it way too early tho, he could’ve won an Oscar for it years later, but we know he’s not after that… Virgin River is a small (and perfect) little town full of mountains and rivers and nice people, so Mel is a practitioner nurse,widow and she arrives to start her job at the small clinic, she meets Jack a former soldier and they fall in love, but things aren’t easy so there are a million ups and downs, a pregnant ex, the noisy neighbors, flashbacks from the war… it’s so good!
Wow don’t hide! I love interacting with you on anon messages so I guess it’s the same with your own blog 😉 but whatever makes you feel comfortable! I hope you decide to share more and more,the first one is the hardest, so… we’ll be waiting with open arms when you decide to leave the cave 💖 ah anytime sweetheart! Happy to help :)
Yeah I didn’t watch it either but a friend told me what happened and I was like O.o nope I’m not watching that hehe I mean, they left Samantha out *horror face* they had the audacity *gasp* hahah yeahI think whatever you fancy to drink works ;) what does flavored boba tastes? Ahh you *need* to watch AQP2, I was reluctant at first, but Emmett won my heart over… Anna meh, the general idea was amazing, but I think the movie had something missing? Is it just me? I mean why would they make Anna have a girlfriend and be with Lenny and the other agent…? What’s the point? Yeah living la vida loca, I get it, but (?) did he took her to Hawaii? Did the gf found out Anna cheated? I have a lot of questions haha that’s why I write for him lol and I love the psycho characters too! *high five* Jonathan Crane was great, but one of the best roles for me will always be Anthropoid and the edge of love, (love the war theme).
Oh please share the reading list! I love finding new pieces to read, I have a John Banville novel I bought back in November and I haven’t read it yet… I am too behind some stories (I need to catch up on reading asap..), but it will be around so I try to not pressure myself a lot, sometimes it’s just hard to keep up with everything. Ahah I bet you have! Luckily you will find some time to read novels and fiction during your free time ☺️
Days have been alright thanks, I’m doing my nails old way (Idont want to do gel anymore there are loads of videos saying how much damage it can make on the skin and although I really didn’t use the UV lamp like once a week, I want to protect my skin as much as I can…I’ve been writing a lot, more than usual so I’m trying to maximize the inspiration spree, days have been warmer and I want to see if I can find a friend to go to a concert in June, so wish me luck!
Thank you for your beautiful words 🥺 I am here to chat whenever you need, and to me you’re amazing as well! So brave and I wish you nothing but the best in every aspect of your life, see you around xx
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how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)
summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?
pairing: jjk x reader
genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst
words: ~12.2k
warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)
note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--
both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece
i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video
enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺
"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.
"Yes?"
"Can I nap in your room?"
"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.
"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.
"You're lucky I like you."
"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."
"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.
Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.
"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.
"When's your next class, you little baby?"
"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"
"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.
You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more.
But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.
And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.
Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.
Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.
Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.
It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.
"Class time."
"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"
"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."
"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."
"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.
"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"
"I said I'd think about it right?"
"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."
"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.
"Just come for a little bit."
"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."
"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.
"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."
"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.
"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.
"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"
"Sure. If you pay." He groans
"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.
Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.
Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.
"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.
"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—
"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"
"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.
"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.
"Shut up, Jungkook—"
"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."
"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.
"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.
"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."
"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.
After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier. The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.
"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.
"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."
"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"
"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."
"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."
"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."
"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.
"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.
"Should be holy water because you all need it."
"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.
"How many people are you expecting?"
"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."
"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."
"They're invited too."
"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"
"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."
"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.
He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"
"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."
"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.
"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.
"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.
"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."
"It sounds like you want to."
"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.
"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."
"Yesssss! I do."
"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."
"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].
And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.
"I'm back!"
"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.
"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."
"Ugh, I'm so tired though."
"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.
"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."
"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.
"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"
"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.
"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.
Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.
Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.
"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.
"Yeah, good idea."
"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."
"Can I join?" His eyes light up.
"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.
While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.
"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.
"You smell just like me." You chuckle.
"It's great, isn't it?"
"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.
"No, I'll be good."
"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.
"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.
"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."
"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.
"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.
"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.
"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.
"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."
"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"
"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."
"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."
"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.
"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"
"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?
"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."
"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.
"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."
"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?
Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.
Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.
Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.
"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.
"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"
"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."
"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."
"How do you know that?"
"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."
"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.
"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."
"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.
He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.
Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.
"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.
"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.
"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."
"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.
"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.
"What the fuck?"
"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.
"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."
"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"
"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.
And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.
10 drinks.
10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.
"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.
"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.
You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.
But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.
"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.
"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."
"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.
"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.
"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.
"Y-yes." You whine.
"Say it again."
"All for you, Kook."
"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.
"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.
"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.
"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.
"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.
The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.
You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.
No.
That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.
Nothing.
Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.
The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.
Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'
Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.
Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.
And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.
"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.
"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.
"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.
"Y/N—"
"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.
"I never said—"
"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.
Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.
You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.
"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.
"Y/N, wait. Stop."
"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.
"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.
"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.
"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"
"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.
Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.
This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.
You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.
Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?
"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body. "Just got out of practice?"
"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.
"How was it?"
"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"
"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."
"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.
"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.
"What time is it at?"
"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.
"Sure. I'll come."
"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.
"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"
"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.
"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."
"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.
"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."
"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”
"Yeah I know."
"Tell me how it goes!"
"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.
You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.
To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.
To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.
The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.
Gross.
Messy, indeed.
Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.
"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?
"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."
"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.
"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"
"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"
"Who the hell said that?"
"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"
"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.
"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."
"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.
Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.
God.
You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.
Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.
"Hello? Y/N?"
"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"
"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"
"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.
"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.
"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.
You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.
I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?
He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.
Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.
Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.
But he can tell.
"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.
"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.
"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.
"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"
"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.
"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."
"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"
"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."
"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.
"Wait."
"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the head of his chair while he turns to you.
"Can you just lay with me?"
"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"
"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.
"Y/N."
"Yeah?"
"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"
"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.
"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."
"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.
"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.
"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."
"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.
"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."
"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.
"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.
"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.
"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.
"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.
"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.
And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.
But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.
And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.
Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.
The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.
"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.
Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.
That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.
Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.
And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.
"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.
"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.
"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"
"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.
"Yeah, I was."
"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"
"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."
"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.
"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.
And he gets that.
His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.
"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.
"Hm?"
"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.
"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.
"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.
"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.
"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.
"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.
"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.
"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.
"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.
"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.
"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.
"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.
"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.
"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.
"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.
"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."
"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.
"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.
"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.
You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.
"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.
"I love you too." You giggle.
"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.
"Shut up."
"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.
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wait on {din djarin x reader}
summary: boba fett is a good therapist, and din djarin is spectacular at being nosey. the result? a much needed conversation. perhaps there’s a silver lining. {kinda based on this song}
warnings: angst, language, swearing, s2 spoilers
this one hurts a lil bit but i promise the ending is happy. enjoy!!
-jazz
The air between you was thick, not unlike the beskar that the Mandalorian was wearing.
It was funny, really, because you’d never minded the armour all that much before. Your ability to see straight through it and see Din Djarin for what he really was had been what made him fall in love with you, and you with him. Now, it felt like a barrier between you. Inches of thick metal and fabric, shielding him from the world around him. From you. The one person he usually held closest to his heart; the one person he’d let see his face for the first time in years. The man was hardly a conversationalist at the best of times but he’d opened up to you. Shared his world with you and intertwined it with yours. Built something with you that you'd both protect with your lives.
Now, he was straying away. Forever attached by an invisible string, but with galaxies and galaxies between you. Even though he was mere inches from you, sat two seats over, there was a chilly air; if your relationship was a warm, welcoming house, the atmosphere he’d plunged you both into was the cold winter’s night on the other side of the glass. You wanted to go back, to drag him inside and slam and bolt the door behind you. Instead, you were forced to watch through the windows, knowing what was there but never quite truly getting close enough to let it envelope you.
You couldn’t hold it against him. The last few weeks had been rough on you both, and it only come to a head today. Grogu had been taken by the Imps and the Crest had been blown up before your very eyes. It was one of those times that truly and wholly showed the difference between you and Din: you sought him out and he pulled away. You’d learnt a long time ago not to follow him. You wanted to. Fuck, you wanted to, but you’d learnt the hard way that it was a bad idea.
Despite the icy silence and ache for your kidnapped toad son, you were still grateful for the fact Boba Fett had offered his ship as transport and shelter. You weren’t entirely sure what his deal was, but Din seemed to trust him, and so by extension, you did too. Things were a little cramped in the hull of the ship, but there was a spare sleeping quarters for you and the Mandalorian to squish into, assuming he’d let you. You didn’t want to ask him, because you were scared of the answer.
Instead, you found yourself sat out on the dusty plains of...wherever the hell you were. Boba had parked the ship up overnight so that you could rest; it seemed to be some kind of desert planet. Not too different to Nevarro or Tatooine, but perhaps a little colder. The sky had long faded to black, casting a darkness over the sandy plains ahead of you. The chilly air was a welcome contrast against the stuffiness of the bedroom - it wasn’t even hot in there, just filled with some kind of inexplicable tension. And not the sexy kind; the regular, all-consuming type. You could feel it slowly etching into your frontal lobe, sinking in its claws and giving you a stress head-ache. Letting out a few deep breaths, you let the gusts of cold wind blow over your bare arms.
‘A little cold out here, isn’t it?’
The voice was gravelly and unfamiliar, but one that you knew belonged to Boba Fett.
‘Yeah, maybe.’ You didn’t turn around to look, instead letting your eyes stay focused on the distance. There was nothing ahead. Just darkness and sand. ‘Fresh air is nice, though.’
‘Or maybe the air inside is bad.’ He countered. Boba took a seat on the rock beside you, jokingly whacking his knee against yours. ‘What’s on your mind?’
‘Just...what happened today, I suppose.’ You replied. ‘We lost the kid, and our ship.’
‘You’re handling it better than your Mandalorian.’ He replied.
‘I don’t think he’s my Mandalorian.’ You snorted. ‘He’s just...he doesn’t normally deal with so much at once. I think he just needs time to process it all, you know?’
‘Perhaps.’ Boba said. ‘And do you always make excuses for him?’
‘I beg your sweet pardon?’ You turned to look at him.
‘Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I’ve always been an observant man.’ He began. ‘I saw how you immediately went to him, to check on him, and how you fought beside him, yet he’s barely even looked at you.’
‘Ouch.’ You muttered. ‘You might be observant you but certainly do not tread lightly.’
‘My apologies.’ He curtly nodded.
‘It’s not always been like this.’ Your words felt forced. You were making excuses. ‘And it won’t always be.’
‘You know him better than anyone, or so I assume.’ Boba reminded you. ‘But don’t be afraid to remind him what he has, despite what he’s lost.’
He was right. Din could be distant, and he could be fucking ignorant without even trying, but you hadn’t strayed from his side once. Not for a second. It could be frustrating to deal, with but you loved him with your whole being, in a soul-consuming sorta way, and you knew he was capable of coming around. Your mother had always preached songs of love being patient and kind but as you saw it, it was frustrating, and at times the most inconvenient thing in the world. You must have had the patience of a saint to deal with him. He was just lucky he made it worth it (and that underneath all the armour, he wasn’t too bad to look at. It certainly helped his case).
You let out a sad laugh. ‘I couldn’t. Di - Mando already struggles to express his feelings and I’d only make it worst if I said he wasn’t doing it well enough.’
‘You know your worth.’ Boba said. ‘Only you can decide if he appreciates it enough.’
‘He does.’ You quickly replied. ‘I know he does.’
He gave you a doubtful look, one that said I think you’re bullshitting, but I won’t disagree. He was simply sharing his observations, even if they were a little much. But the man hadn’t had any proper social interaction for a long time, so you could hardly blame him - and he had a sort of wise air to him, like he’d been round the block a couple times. He certainly seemed like the sort of person you should listen to.
‘I’ll leave you with this: the life of a Mandalorian is complicated.’ He dusted off his knees, before standing up. ‘You should make sure it’s worth it before you fully commit.’
‘I-’ you tried to speak, but you were cut off by the sound of a twig snapping under someone’s boot. Why the fuck were there twigs in the desert? More to the point, why was that your immediate thought?
You both sharply turned around, coming face-to-face with a Mandalorian. Not a Mandalorian, but the Mandalorian. The one you’d just been talking about. The one whose heart would have been broken into a million tiny pieces if he’d even a word of what you just said. And, from the way his helmet tilted ever so slightly to the left, you figured he’d heard more than enough. Fuck.
'Don’t let me stop you.’ His modulated voice wavered ever so slightly. ‘I’ll see you inside.’
He turned on his heel, heavy steps taking him back towards the Slave I. To anyone else, his body language hadn’t changed, but you could read him like a book. A complicated book, and one that was missing more than half its pages and was in a dozen different fucking languages, but one you’d read a thousand times. Understanding Din Djarin was hard, and you’d only just begun - barely touched the surface in fact - but it was more than anyone else could say.
‘Wait!’ You leapt up, almost comically falling over as you rushed after him.
Sensing that his presence was probably not welcome, Boba returned to his seat on the rock, silently hoping that Fennec Shand was either a) asleep, or b) had enough common sense to stay the fuck out of the way of whatever was about to go down.
‘I swear to maker if you shut that door -’ you were cut off by...the door shutting in your face. Djarin: 1. You: 0.
You let out a small groan, slamming your fist against it.
‘Okay, maybe I deserved that.’ You quietly muttered. ‘But will you please listen to me?’
Silence.
‘Fine.’ You splayed your fingers out against the metal. ‘Ice me out, Din Djarin. I’m more than used to it by now.’
There was a gruff hmm from the other side of the door. Had he really just taken offence to that?
‘It’s funny, really.’ You continued. ‘Because the part of that conversation you didn’t hear was me defending you. Like I always fucking do, because I know that despite everything, you’re a human being and you love me.’
There was a small thud, as though Din had placed his hand in a similar position to yours.
‘But Boba has a point.’ Your voice fell to a whisper. ‘I keep giving and I get nothing back. Instead of letting me in, you just shut me out and I know you’re upset at what he said but for the love of everything holy in this shitty world, do not prove him right.’
It was a risky ultimatum, and not one you’d seen coming. Your chest had tightened as soon as the words left your mouth, because you knew that if Din stayed silent, that was it. You’d have to let him go; to accept that you would never get back what you putting in. Before, you were able to convince yourself that you were okay with that but maybe, just maybe you weren’t. Waiting around for something that had no guarantee of happening was like beating a dead horse that had no guarantee of coming back to life. The only thing that was promised was emotional exhaustion and then eventual death. You would have liked to have found something between those two waypoints - whether Din Djarin could be the one to give it to you? You didn’t know.
After a moment of silence, the door finally opened, and you came face to face with him. Like actually face to face with him; no helmet, no armour. Just a loose tunic and tired brown eyes, matched with lazily-shaven facial hair and knitted brows. That was Din. Your Din.
‘Can I just...can I just talk for a moment?’ He asked. ‘I have something to say and I want to get it right.’
‘Of course.’ You nodded.
‘I’m not hurt by what you said.’ He stated. ‘I know I don’t show you enough love and it hurts that I don’t know how, but I am trying. I promise you that much.’
You gave him a tearful smile. ‘Yeah, I know.’
‘I just wish that you could say it to me and not to him.’ He murmured. ‘I don’t want you to hold back on anything, ever. You can always come to me. Even if it’s about me.’
‘I get that.’ Your eyes fell to the floor. ‘It’s just that I know you’re trying your best and I’m scared you’ll think that your best isn’t enough.’
‘It’s not.’ Din’s words took you by surprise. ‘It’s not enough, but one day, I hope it will be.’
‘I don’t know what to say, because if I deny it-’
‘- you don’t have to say anything.’ He cut you off. ‘I want to give you the world. And I will, if you’ll be patient with me.’
You took every word as gospel as he said it. The Mandalorian was a lot of things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. And to his credit, every promise he’d made to you before, he’d delivered on. You didn’t doubt for a second that this one would be the same. It wasn’t even naivety or wishful thinking.
‘I mean, I’ve come this far.’ You tried to crack a joke. You finally looked up from the floor, his brown eyes meeting yours.
‘I love you.’ He took your hands in his, words firm. ‘That’s all I can give you right now. I’m sorry.’
‘Din.’ The words barely come out as a whisper. ‘Never apologise. Please never apologise. I just...it’s nice to hear it, you know? A little more often than every time you almost die.’
‘Are the words enough on their own?’
‘Yes.’ You squeezed his hands. ‘Because I know you mean them.’
Din wrapped his arms you, pulling you tightly against his chest. It was warm and soft, miles away from the cold armour that so often greeted you. He held you tightly and with a new kind of might you were previously yet to experience, clinging onto you as though it were the last time. It wasn’t - it was far from the last time. Rather, it was the first time. The first time that he’d spoken of a future with you, or fully promised himself to you. You knew you would get there one day. You’d just needed him to say it himself before you could believe it.
Din Djarin was giving you tiny little pieces on himself each day, and one day, you would have all of him.
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Thoughts on The Book of Boba Fett Chapter 2 - spoilers
Spoiler cut and away we go! Non-spoiler: THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD EPISODE I'M HOOTING
I like the "HUMMMM" noises that are such a feature of his theme music.
is this week going to start with Boba in the bath again I just want to prepare myself
like does he need to get in the bath for us to get another flashback or can he just Reminisce
wow, what the Hutts gained in security and privacy they really lost in convenience
that's the garage I assume, the door just looks like a garage door and the space has a garagey feel, and for some reason I love the idea of Fennec entering the house via the garage but on foot
the two Gamorrean guards are really here for everyone who likes to see a prominent green tummy
like their costumes just imply a tummy fetish was involved at some stage
presumably Boba had to get out of the bath for this, I hope he's actually feeling better from getting roughed up and not just pushing himself
Boba would, obviously, totally just push himself if he thought it was important
I see Matt Berry the asshole droid hasn't been fired yet (to be fair they haven't really had time to go shopping/recruiting), also is a big Order of the Night Wind/Silver Boob Ninjas fanboy - and seems to be encouraging Boba and Fennec to execute him without further attempts to elicit information, so I think he's in their pocket, and how do you bribe a droid?
at some point when they were getting settled into the throne room Fennec said, "If we drop anyone into the pit I get to operate the switch, it looks badass and I've always wanted to do it," and Boba said, "Of course, bestie."
I wonder if they're going to continue with "perched on the arm of Boba's chair" as Fennec's signature spot or if she might get a nice stool or something
was the rancor ever replaced
IT WAS NOT (but they knew that so they don't look foolish, as the throne and the gate slid I was worried that they didn't and had just assumed)
but there's a cute rat
I feel like Fennec is quietly enjoying parading a prisoner through the middle of town (note how she jerks on the prisoner's rope unnecessarily to make him stumble) because she finally gets to make a show of force and intimidation, which she's been wanting to do as she believes it's more effective than Boba's reasonable man approach
receptionist looks like store-brand Din Djarin
excellent comic timing on the "oh"
this guy has a word a day calendar doesn't he
interesting face-saving/asserting Boba's status hasn't changed way the Mayor is trying to play this, he is a smooth operator (I am also curious whether he is actually an elected mayor or just a godfather who uses "the Mayor" as a soubriquet)
I like how committed this show is to lively cantina scenes
"You haven't heard?" (Boba and Fennec exchange glances) Boba: is this how Din feels all the time
MAX REBO
drums, drums in the deep (or rather, just outside)
hello twinnies
love the classic Star Wars subtitle font
this guy is in the comics, isn't he? This heavy metal-looking Wookiee?
can imagine Boba thinking "for goodness' sake I just had an asskicking, I don't need another one today"
who gives out permission to kill Hutts? the other Hutts or is it a fish and game type deal?
so it seems like the Twins had reservations at Garsa's Sanctuary, and now she misses out on their business, which is a bit unfortunate for her (though I bet they're terrible tippers)
so Boba goes home for a nice bath and a flashback
bath and a flashback, two bits!
YESSSSSSSSSSS so pleased that the gaderffii stick and that style of fighting is something he learned from the Tuskens. Is what Boba has there a training stick, like a bamboo sword, hence it looks different from a real one, or is it a lighter colour because it's newly made? Did they give it to him or did he learn to make his own?
I'm enjoying Boba's mildly exasperated squinting, I like that we know what his out-of-his-depth expression looks like inside his helmet
it seems like some time has passed because his skin has gone from the fresh grodiness of episode 1 to something more like the make-up from The Mandalorian. I want to know if he got any kind of skincare for that.
ooh we can see his chest
Tatooine: random monsters just burrow up from the sand all the goddamn time, they're like Pokémon in tall grass
clearly Tusken for "come back, kids, quick!"
Boba baby you might want to take cover - oh I love you, you're helping other people take cover at the same time. It's still not totally clear whether his motive for this is a calculated "the more helpful I am, the more secure my position with these people will be" or a sincere "these are my people now and I want to look after them"
the fuck was that
a really aggressive train?
Boba: ENEMY ACQUIRED
he's helping with the funerals, he really is one of the family
there go the local bikies
he's been here long enough for language acquisition, good for him!
BOBA AND DIN COULD HAVE SIGN LANGUAGE CONVERSATIONS CONFIRMED
so Boba goes off on this completely voluntary mission with a rifle and a stick and no armour at all, balls of tungsten
two different cantina scenes in this episode!
guy just comes over to your table and STEALS YOUR CHIPS
well, you poor brave fellow, I'm afraid you've just marked yourself for a kicking
Boba Fett makes an ENTRANCE and sizes up the room
ASSKICKING PROCEEDS
drink loudly enjoyed
leaves without a word
local legend established
The subtitles indicated that the woman's name is Camie, don't know if that presages that she's going to have a bigger role
hey maybe the massifs do work like truffle pigs/dogs, that good boy just found a melon
"everyone relax, it's just Boba Fett"
"My gift to you - NO THESE ARE MINE STOP HITTING THEM FOR SCRAP"
they taught him a new way of fighting and he's going to teach them a new mode of transport, love the reciprocity
YOU TEACH ME AND I'LL TEACH YOU, POKÉMON
BOBA SMILING AND MIMING RIDING ADORABLE DORK
he found reverse
well they're a bit wobbly but they're really learning well - LOOK AT BOBA SMILING PROUD OF THEM GETTING BETTER
come on lads we're going to learn some tricks, you ever see Mad Max: Fury Road?
GIVING THE KID AN IMPORTANT JOB AND THE KID IS EXCITED TO DO IT
EXCUSE ME WHILE MY HEART SQUEEZES ON THE THOUGHT THAT THERE WERE PROBABLY TIMES WHEN JANGO GAVE BOBA A JOB TO DO TO HELP HIM AND BOBA WAS EXCITED TO DO IT
the stunt people earned their money from this episode and I hope their bums were not too sore afterwards
BOBA'S PROUD NOD WHEN THE JUMPER GETS IT RIGHT
and look at that look at that, they've gone from hitting the bikes with sticks to understanding how to work on them, EVERYONE IS LEARNING SO MUCH FROM EACH OTHER
I'M ENJOYING THIS I'M HAVING A LOVELY TIME
oh look at the children watching and learning
why... why is somebody raking the sand
are they making a little zen garden
are they looking for something
is it an oblique tribute to the "comb the desert" scene in Spaceballs
are they just trying to keep camp tidy
HAND CLASP TO HELP YOU GET UP OF MUTUAL RESPECT - I like how this sequence signals that Boba has got a lot better but still has room for improvement; he's learned the technique for disarming his opponent but what he has to learn now, and hasn't been shown before because his teacher never needed to use it with him, is the trick of rolling and catching the stick to recover
and it's showtime
HUMBADA HUMBADA says the music!
gosh I hope they succeed I mean it's Star Wars so I feel like they wouldn't do something as cynical as "Boba gets these people all revved up for a mission and they trust him and it's a failure"
GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR IMPORTANT MISSION MIRROR KID
YOU DID A GREAT JOB NOW PLEASE DUCK DOWN OUT OF SIGHT OF MARKSMEN
some shades here of Din's struggle to scale the Jawa's fortress but with much faster-moving vehicles and a team effort
I like the expendable henchmen's pointy pixie hoods
I also really like how the one Tusken catches the other who's about to roll off the roof and pulls them in to shield them
BOBA'S KAIAKO'S IN I like how they held their baddest ass in reserve
will that droid PLEASE stop ACCELERATING
I LOVE the droid self-yeeting and scuttling away like a spider like "fuck this"
USING HIS GADERFFII AS A LEVER TO PUSH THE BRAKE LOVE IT THEIR GIFT TO HIM TOGETHER WITH HIS OWN RESOURCEFULNESS IS THE THING THAT ENABLES HIM TO HELP THEM
look
look if anyone dares complain that Boba is not being sufficiently badass in this series after all that, they can rot
Last week felt like a slow start and as if there was not that much in the episode relative to its running time. This one both is longer and feels stuffed to the gills with Great Stuff. Not sure why they felt the need to do it that way but THIS WEEK PAID OFF
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
sorry that's the best I can do for a response to Boba's tino rangatiratanga speech
he was so cool I loved it
WATER PARTY
THEY GAVE HIM A LIZARD
A NOSE LIZARD
A BRAIN LIZARD
god I love Boba saying "it's a tricky little bugger," whenever hisdialogue gets to be that colloquial I just find him really endearing
I love how Boba's response to the lizard LEAPING UP HIS NOSE is to APOLOGISE for swallowing it like it was a social faux pas, he just doesn't want to offend his hosts, he's such a DORK
well this is trippy
oh my god the brief scene of baby Boba watching his father fly away for work
okay the use of CG to recreate Daniel Logan's childhood face was a bit obviously CG because his face didn't move much, but the raindrops on the windowpane compensated for that a bit, and also I know I was conscious that it had to be CG unless they'd broken into George Lucas' vaults and found previously completely unseen footage shot for Attack of the Clones
I hope they're not going to attempt a lot of deepfake baby Boba or de-aged Jango unless they can make it look really really good, like you know that fan who re-edited the deepfake Luke from The Mandalorian and made him look SO MUCH MORE NATURAL AND REAL and I think I read that they gave him a job? Put him on that. Those scenes could be incredibly satisfying if well executed but if poorly done the CG would just block the emotional effect.
well he's back from his vision quest or whatever that was, MIRROR KID IS HAPPY TO SEE HIM MIRROR KID WAS WAITING FOR HIM TO COME HOME
aHA this piece of wood is what he'll make his own stick from right? confirming him as part of their society
I am GLAD TO SEE that Boba does not permanently have a LIZARD UP HIS NOSE
poor fella thought he'd hallucinated having a lizard up his nose
that must feel worse than a COVID-19 swab test and that's saying something
okay can Boba please have a drink of water and a lie-down before the next thing you've got planned
THEY'RE DRESSING HIM IN NEW CLOTHES THEY'RE DRESSING HIM IN THEIR CLOTHES they're touching his scarred skin so gently!
I love that he walks out and does that little flourish with his robe, show-off
by now Mirror Kid officially loves Boba, look at how they're holding his hand and patting his shoulder
a couple of times now I've thought "It's going to end now, right? we're not going to get more stuff this good this week are we?" and then there's SOME MORE GOOD STUFF
ALL THE TEACHING AND LEARNING AND MUTUAL RESPECT LOOK HOW MUCH BOBA CARES ABOUT THIS not just because he needs the best weapon he can make but because he appreciates how precious this is
KAPA HAKA FINALE
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HUM DA DUM HUM DA DUM HUM DUM DUM HUM
I love that Boba Fett's theme song has lyrics
THAT WAS FANTASTIC THAT WAS SUCH A GOODNESS-PACKED EPISODE! my compliments to all involved! so satisfying!
I feel like we know Boba so much better now and Temuera Morrison has been able to explore and define his character with feelings and mannerisms in ways that were never possible before and it's just so neat I'm so happy about it
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market days
farmer!din x fem!reader
warnings: just me romanticizing small towns
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a/n: shoutout to babes @radiowallet @keeper0fthestars @asta-lily @the-ginger-hedge-witch for contributing ideas to this AU concept, ily all 💕 this will be a series of shorter single scenes im thinking!! setting the scene a lot here and introducing our lovely reader; also plEASE dont be afraid to hit up my inbox with any requests or things u wanna see in this AU!!! we’re all self indulging each other here!!!!!!!
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In the weeks since you’d moved, you had yet to see this much action in the normally sleepy town of New Varo. The days here moved like real syrup from the jar, oozing in a natural flow, residents taking staggered walks downtown in predictable patterns. You’d see them come and go from the reception desk in your office, and they always waved upon seeing you through the window. It was strange, at first — I don’t even know them, you’d thought — but you’d quickly realized that was just what you did here.
And they weren’t strangers for long. New arrivals were few and far between, you learned, and everyone was eager to see who was now leasing the space where the antiques shop used to be. They entered the vet clinic, eyes wide and smiles beaming, shaking your hand enthusiastically, offering you meals, blankets, fresh bread, and anything else they thought you might be in need of.
It was strange. And yet, you’d never felt more at peace.
The early spring had fully settled over the town now, and you learned from your landlady Peli that spring brought the weekly market, a large event in New Varo, drawing in people from in town and the surrounding areas every Saturday. Now, as she led you through the positively bustling town square, you were barraged with sights and sounds and smells — God, the smells were unlike anything you’d ever experienced. Fragrant fruits and baked goods and body care products, all lined up in messy rows in front of their vendors, faces painted with the utmost pride. It sent a warm rush of serenity through you.
“Most folks like to stock up on their fresh veggies here for the week,” Peli told you, gesturing to an array of asparagus and cauliflower, brilliantly green and fragrant. “But, if the mood strikes ya, lots of the larger farms sell to Boba’s Grocery too, open seven days a week now! Only four hours on Sunday, though.”
You opened your mouth to respond, to compliment the produce that looked fresher than you’d ever seen, when a tug on your pants drew your attention downward.
A small boy stood next to you, standing barely above your knee, and he had the widest eyes you’d ever seen on a child. He looked up at you with them now, a small hand still clutched in the demin.
“Excuse me,” he said. Your heart contracted almost painfully in your chest, and you knelt down with a smile spread across your face.
“Hello there,” you beamed at him. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”
He met your eyes with a smile of his own, wide and open, and you could see the adorable mismatched collection of teeth in his mouth. “I’m Grogu! Have you been to my Daddy’s shop yet?”
“Pleasure to meet you Grogu.” You shook his small hand in a comically businesslike fashion, and he swung his arm up and down enthusiastically. “I just got here, so I haven’t! Which one is his?”
Instead of answering, Grogu grabbed your hand again, this time turning around and beginning to confidently lead you towards the opposite end of the market. Shooting an apologetic look to Peli over your shoulder, you followed, walking in an awkward half crouch to keep your hand in the one of the little boy in front of you.
“Here it is!” he said, his pace picking up as you both approached a stall, and he let go of your hand as he bounded excitedly behind the display.
His father’s display was made up of mismatched wooden crates, at various heights, each one holding a different product. A wooden sign was propped up against the front of them, hand painted with “Djarin’s Goods.” The products themselves seem to span a wide variety; in one sweep you could see berries, jams, a small array of vegetables, and what appeared to be soaps, even. You stepped closer to read the descriptions and prices that accompanied each item.
A man crouched behind the display, speaking to the little boy, not unlike you had been doing just a moment ago. You overheard him.
“Grogu, you’re supposed to tell people about the stand, not pull them here by the hand.” The man’s voice was deep, deeper than you’d expected, and though his words were chastising, his tone was still affectionate. Grogu smiled cheekily, shrugging, and his father snorted a laugh before he kissed the crown of his head, rising to full height.
You were struck by how large he was. Tall, but more so than that, broad, shoulders strong as he extended one hand out to you in greeting. “Sorry about him, he’s very excitable on market days. I’m Din. Din Djarin.”
Grasping his hand, you returned the greetings. His fingers were as large as the rest of him, thick and callused, skin golden and tanned, his grip firm. Your hand was dwarfed in his, and your face was warm at the sight.
“Don’t apologize,” you smiled at the man. “He’s adorable. And an excellent marketing expert.”
He laughed, the sound low and melodic, running a hand up the back of his neck to rustle the dark curls on his head. A few of them fell down over his forehead, and you pushed down a sudden urge to reach over and brush them to the side. His whole demeanor seemed to invite your touch, like he was a magnet pulling you in.
“Well, since you’re here, please have a look around.” He gestured to the array of goods, expression a little sheepish. “Let me know if anything catches your eye.”
Now you had to give a small laugh. “To be honest, I’m not sure there’s anything that hasn’t caught my eye in this whole place. There’s nothing like it in the city; everything looks so … fresh.”
He smiled warmly at you, holding up a finger to you, turning to the side. A small basket of strawberries was set to the side, apart from the rest for sale, and he plucked one off the top of the pile, pulling a small knife from the pocket of his denim overalls.
“I, uh … I keep some berries set aside every week, for Grogu and the other kids,” he said, slicing off the stem of the ruby red berry. He offered it to you. “Try it. I washed them, I promise.”
Taking it from him with a smile, you bit down on it, cupping your other hand underneath as some of the juice dripped down despite your best efforts. It was delicious, fresh flavour bursting in your mouth as you chewed, sweeter than you ever could’ve imagined a natural food to be.
“How is it?” he asked, brow raised. His hands seemed to need to busy themselves over his display; wiping the knife, adjusting the positioning of the soaps and jars, rolling up the sleeves of his mustard yellow sweater.
“Amazing,” you laughed, gratefully accepting the napkin he held out for you. “I’ll take two pints, please.”
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5 Ways to Revise The Book of Boba Fett
At this point, I think it’s pretty clear that The Book of Boba Fett was not a resounding success. You may have liked it, you may have hated it, you may have already forgotten it, but I haven’t encountered anyone who loved it. It’s a messy, very confusing series that from its first episode made a number of questionable structural and storytelling decisions that would never really cohere across the series’ seven episode run.
The difficulty with this show isn’t really that Boba Fett isn’t blood thirsty or even the over abundance of cameos. It’s ultimately that whatever story Jon Favreau was trying to tell about Boba Fett was never clearly established. This is his book after all. So anyways, here are five changes I would’ve made to The Book of Boba Fett.
But first, some ground rules. I’m not going to change any of the major plot events for the series. Let’s keep the struggle on Tatooine, the Pykes, Black Krrsantan, the Mods, the Tuskens etc. Let’s just do some tweaking. Some messing around with the formula of it all.
1. Clarify Boba’s Past
Let’s be clear here. For the vast, vast majority of Star Wars viewers and fans, Boba Fett is an enigma. He’s a cool costume rather than a character, which honestly is part of his appeal. He’s a mystery character that you can project a lot of your own thoughts and opinions upon. There is a version of this show that keeps that mystique and shows us a Boba of few words that rarely, if ever shows his face.
That’s clearly not the show, Jon Favreau wanted to make. Which is fine, you already have a show about a mostly faceless taciturn buckethead. We want Boba to feel different. Sure. But the issue here is that we as viewers then need a better idea of who this Boba character is. It’s clear by the end of the series that The Book of Boba Fett wanted to tell a story of a violent, loner of a man who learns compassion and trust in others through help from the Tusken Raiders and then carries those lessons into being a crime lord. The issue is that at the start of this show we don’t really have a baseline of who Boba Fett is. We can’t chart character growth if we don’t know what we are growing from.
Sure, fans of the expanded universe of Star Wars comics, games, and animated shows may have a bit better of an idea of who exactly Boba Fett is, but even then his portrayal has been relatively inconsistent and varied depending on the medium and writer. In The Clone Wars we have a Boba Fett who is vengeful but still compassionate. In the Bounty Hunters comics we have a Boba Fett that is comfortable shooting women in the back. And again, the vast majority of fans don’t have this context. All they know of Boba Fett is his iconography and his brief roles in several of the films. We need an idea of who Boba is. If this is a story of a violent loner turning over a new leaf. We need to understand and see that man as a violent loner.
So how do we fix this? Well, The Book of Boba Fett already has a foot in the right direction. We keep the flashback structure but we retool it a bit. The Tusken stories stay, but we push them towards the end of the show. Instead we spend the first three to four episodes of the series flashing back to Boba’s earlier days. We can even bring back Daniel Logan for a few years of young adult Boba. We see Boba at various periods over his life and get an idea of the various choices that have shaped him into the man he was. By the time we get to the Tusken stories, we can really see the effect that companionship and community have on this man. We have context now.
It also adds some texture to the present-day stories as well. If we see Boba Fett’s past, his decisions in present day become more unpredictable. Sure, we may see a Boba that wants to rule with respect, but he sure as hell has been killing a lot of people in the past. He is after all, to quote another bounty hunter, “A cold blooded killer who worked for the Empire.” This also adds a sense of mystery to the present as well. Why is Boba Fett back? Why does he want to take care of Tatooine? What motivates this change of character? It becomes not just how Boba Fett got his gaffi stick and teamed up with Fennec Shand, but why.
2. Show Boba’s Struggle
If part of Jon Favreau’s apparent story idea was to chart Boba’s evolution into a more communal and respecting person, we also need to see more of that struggle. Some of the most dramatically intriguing moments of the show come in the finale when Cad Bane taunts Boba and we see for the first time that he maybe doesn’t have the demeanor to do this job. There’s still a hint of a more violent impulsive man underneath that helmet.
Sure, we get a few moments when Boba bumbles his way through being a crime lord, but what if this had to do just as much with temperament as it does with naivete. Everyone expects Boba to be this violent, cruel man and there’s probably a voice in him that wants to do the same and that’s what ends up being the big paradox of his leadership on Tatooine. Defying everyone’s expectations, including his own.
It would also be worthwhile to see Boba Fett do some actual leading. Sure, he assembles some allies, but part of being a crime lord isn’t just getting different players in the room, it’s managing different personalities and motivations. We get some hints of this, again, in the final episode of the series. The citizens of Freetown and Mos Espa’s mods have a rural/urban culture conflict that makes teamwork difficult. Getting to see Boba actually broker agreements between these different groups to ensure loyalty would not only add some dramatic tension to the narrative but would also help us believe in him as a leader. At the conclusion of Favreau’s version of The Book of Boba Fett, we still haven’t really seen many qualities about Boba that would make him a good leader. He’s strong willed and a cool fighter and that’s about it.
3. Jango’s Legacy
Another aspect of Boba’s character that doesn’t feel touched upon nearly as much as it should is Boba’s relationship to his father Jango Fett and also his status as a clone. Bane makes an offhand reference to Boba living in the shadow of his father, but that’s really about it. How much is Boba, even now, still coping with Jango’s death? How does the reputation of his father and his bounty hunting legacy inform his decision making on Tatooine?
There’s also just the fact that Boba spent years of his life seeing his father’s face on the frontlines of a galactic war. And also! Fennec Shand met them! Several times! Fennec at least mentioning Boba being a clone at least once feels like a missed opportunity for character growth and introspection and maybe could add some wrinkles to her as a character too. If there’s anything that this show really needs to do is to give Ming-na Wen more to play with.
4. Introduce Cad Bane Earlier
One of the things that The Book of Boba Fett was missing is easily a villain we can root against. The Pykes may be an overwhelming force, but they don’t have much of a personality to them. They’re bad guys to get blasted. When Cad Bane appears at the conclusion of “From the Desert Comes a Stranger” the entire show ups its stakes dramatically. We have a villain now. A scary one.
Again, some of the best scenes of the show concern Cad Bane and Boba Fett facing off. Corey Burton’s voicework and the impressive practical effects bounce off Morrison’s own acting in a really effective manner and we can feel that tense history between Bane and Boba. However, it’s never been a history we’ve seen. The entirety of Cad Bane and Boba’s relationship occurred in unseen episodes for another show that have only ever been glimpsed in unfinished animatics. It’s not exactly narrative context and it’s a missed opportunity for emotional tension and payoff during their standoffs in “In the Name of Honor.”
But, we also don’t want to lose that cool intro for the character in “From the Desert Comes a Stranger,” right? So what do we do? We make Bane a recurring character in the Boba Fett flashbacks. We get a sense of their relationship and also their decades long rivalry. We actually see the influence these two men have on each other. So when Bane swaggers out of the desert to gun down Cobb Vanth, we know that the stakes for the series increased dramatically. Bane is back and we know that shit’s about to get real.
5. Keep Din, but Don’t Leave Boba
I think everyone can agree that despite how fun Din Djarin’s episodes of The Book of Boba Fett may have been, they undoubtedly feel like installments of a different show. Because they are. They don’t really have a place in this series. Din does. It makes perfect sense that Boba may rely on the other armored badass he knows to help defend his territory, but this isn’t Din’s story.
Just make “Return of the Mandalorian” and the Grogu/Luke portions of “From the Desert Comes a Stranger” parts of The Mandalorian season 3. Din can still show up in his hot rod Naboo Starfighter, but we don’t need the origins for it in this show. Star Wars fans are smart and also more than used to getting wonky, sometimes out of sync, continuity. Nobody would bat an eye at seeing the intro to a ship here and then learning its origin in another show. Acknowledge that these events happen and maybe even hint at them, but don’t show them. It’s not their place.
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So, this ask kind of popped into my head? What if Boba finds you missing only to find out that you went to confront Koska Reeves or Bo Katan for how they treated him? When he finds you, you're hurt and upset and you tell him that no one should speak to him like that and you tell him you love him? <3
Oh my goodness. I absolutely love this and I really hope I did it justice! Thank you so much for sharing this idea with me!!
You weren’t one to wander off, especially in a strange space port right before the rag tag team the Mandalorian was putting together was set to leave. So, when Fennec confirms you had yet to return to the ship, panic settles over Boba. You were not a mercenary or a bounty hunter, and while he had taught you how to protect yourself and how to use a blaster, you still weren’t meant for a fight. Boba did everything in his power to keep you from any situation that would put you in harms way. He’d be damned if he let anything happen to you.
Fennec reassures him that you could not have gone far, and it was more than likely you’d gotten distracted by something at the market and were already on your way back to the ship. They split up anyways, to cover more ground as they head out to find you. Boba’s thankful it does not take long, the weight on his chest lifting when he finds you sitting, knees curled up to your chest behind the cantina. It’s instantly replaced with rage as he takes note of your puffy, red eyes. Tears stain your cheeks as you sit, sniffing and hiccupping.
“Mesh’la?” Boba moves slowly, kneeling at your side, one hand held out. “What happened?”
Your eyes go wide, watching him with the skittish nature of a frightened animal. Boba will end whoever’s made you feel this way. “Boba…”
“It’s alright,” he slowly sets his hand on your knee, thumb rubbing soothing circles there, “I’m right here, cyare. You can tell me what happened.”
Another sob wracks your form as you look up to his gaze behind the dark visor. “I’m sorry Boba…”
What did you have to be sorry for? Boba shakes his head, “you have nothing to apologize for.” He coaxes again, cupping your cheek in his gloved hand, brushing away the tears, “tell me what happened.”
“I wanted to confront Bo Katan and the other Mandalorian about what they said to you…” you voice is barely louder than a whisper, but your words ring in his ears like you shouted them. You’d gone to stand up for him, against two Mandalorian warriors, one of which claimed to be the rightful ruler of Mandalore, all on your own. For his reputation.
“Cyare, you didn’t need to do that.” He was used to insults and other people looking down on him. It does not faze him these days, after all, he’d proved them wrong in the end.
You shake your head, anger quickly replacing the tears. “But I did! No one has the right to talk to you like that! I couldn’t just sit by and let them insult the man I love!”
Boba swears the planet stops spinning. He was the last man in the galaxy who deserved love, especially from someone as perfect as you. You deserved more than a broken man like him. Yet here you were, defending his honor because you loved him too much to stand by. “Cyare…”
“Oh kriff!” You slap both hands over your mouth, eyes comically wide, “that’s not how that was supposed to go. I wanted to tell you properly-”
In a flash Boba’s ripped his helmet off, carelessly tossing it away before crashing his lips to yours. He may not deserve you, but he’d be damned if he let you slip through his fingers.
You melt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you further into each other as he steals the breath from your lungs. When you two finally part for air, he presses his forehead to yours, not willing to let you go too far away yet. “As honored as I am, cyare, to have you defend my honor, I don’t give a womp rat’s ass what those two think. The only opinion that matters to me is yours, love.”
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Durge in the Disney+ Shows
Since Durge is back in canon, I honestly think he should return in The Mandalorian or The Book of Boba Fett, maybe both if we’re lucky! He’s just an incredibly cool character with a lot of potential for a brutal, terrifying viscerality; An overwhelming physical opponent, and unstoppable juggernaut out for Mandalorian blood.
This would of course make him a suitable, consistent threat for a season, either against Din Djarin or Boba Fett; Both are Mandalorian. I can see Din fighting Durge, since Durge’s vendetta is against Mandalorian culture as a whole, so if there’s this monstrous Bounty Hunter going after hidden coverts that Din is trying to unite, that’s definitely his business. Plus, he’s got the Darksaber; It’d really help him out against such a behemoth, and we could get callbacks to Obi-Wan and Durge’s non-canon battle. Din thrusts the Darksaber into Durge, is shocked to see him laugh it off with the most menacing, demonic cackle; And then BAM, he gets decked in the face and has to adapt.
Conversely, I can also see Durge going against Boba Fett; In Legends, he aided the Separatists solely to kill Clones, because they’re all clones of Jango Fett, a Mandalorian. That makes things extra-personal for Boba, and opens the opportunity for him to explore his own feelings about his past and as a clone; If they’re already resolved, we could still have him reflect about it, and/or see a flashback showing his thought process. Maybe Boba even has to help clone veterans that Durge is hunting down; Obviously, the directors would need for ‘Boba’ to wear his helmet as much as possible, being depicted by a stunt double like Din Djarin. Temuera Morrison physically portrays the clone and voices him, and dubs ‘Boba Fett’ post-production.
Plus, not to plug my own ideas (yet I will) but; Imagine Boba meeting a clone trooper who looked at Boba and decided, why can’t I call myself a Fett too? So there’s that dynamic of this clone Fett who’s older yet younger than him, and how Boba defines his status as Jango’s son, if he has any more of a right to that title than this trooper, etc. We’d see Temuera play a THIRD Fett, interacting with Boba; That’d be a fun acting exercise. And obviously, this other Fett has to get involved when Durge appears, further discussing that clone dynamic.
But while storyline reasons are accounted for, logistics are another issue. Durge’s tentacle body would be incredibly difficult to animate, which is why it’ll be used sparingly; He’s going to be in his armor for most of the season, it’s how he usually operates anyway. Like Jaws, real-life limits ultimately make the few glimpses of Durge’s true form so much more effective and impactful. Durge has an entire arsenal of conventional weaponry, and we can see him square off against Boba/Din; But every now and then he can do a Nemesis from Resident Evil, as a slot in Durge’s wrist opens up to unveil a writhing tentacle.
Said tentacle can be used as a melee weapon, to stab or grapple his enemies with; A dark mirror to Mandalorian cables. Durge could act as an Anti-Mandalorian, fully-armored, maybe even with a full beskar set; That’d be quite the story to explore in comics or other material, or maybe it’s a deliberate plot point that Durge has someone forging beskar for him, and that’s a weakness to take care of. Maybe Durge has access to whistling birds, even, and a lot of his resources come from Mandalorian victims he’s looted for trophies.
He’d have a jetpack like in legends, the miniature ray-shields, twin pistols; All stuff from Durge’s debut, that also matches the Mandalorians. For a guy who hates them, he sure does fight like a Mandalorian, but I guess it’s a fight Fire with Fire situation to Durge. And as a dark mirror to Din or Boba, Durge is probably a character of very few words, if... Any, having him be a silent badass echoes our protagonists, and for Boba it’s like he’s fighting a version of himself from the past. I know in canon he’s talked, but Star Wars has always been inconsistent over how much Boba talks (he’s much more talkative in anything besides his movie appearances), and Durge would be a thematic parallel and foil to him, a true rival. Durge’s vendetta with Boba could also extend to having personally fought Jango, and not just his other clones.
Throughout the season, we could also see Durge’s armor get a bit more damaged, as gashes form; So again using Nemesis as an example, Durge starts walking around with more of his tentacles exposed. But it’s eventually saved for the big finale, where a huge portion of the SFX budget is poured into Durge’s true form; His armor is shattered save for the helmet, and out comes a walking, writhing, pile of worms intertwined with one another. Durge is unleashed and takes up a huge amount of space, gets claustrophobic and can extend his limbs; Imagine a horrible moment where he absorbs a hapless Mandalorian or some other mook into his body, his torso writhes, and then Durge’s body spits out just their armor. His tentacled form is embedded with the ruined shrapnel of his armor, which he swings around to add an edge to his attacks.
Durge is of course blown apart; But there’s probably a very brief end-credits scene that shows the liquid remains moving on their own, indicating Durge is still alive. This could be a setup for a future appearance in another season, in someone else’s show; Or just as a backup in general if people want to do stuff with Durge in the comics, set after his battle. Admittedly it sounds a lot like we’re kind of plagiarizing Genndy’s Clone Wars series, but it’s Legends and thus technically Disney’s; So in a way it’s re-canonizing some awesome moments? I just love Durge’s debut.
And even without his tentacles, again; Durge is a massive, lumbering giant. They might have to hire a really tall actor, and/or do some SFX work to make Durge look bigger than he is, maybe even make him a prop, or CGI. Have that dude do a Nemesis (again I LOVE Nemesis too), where he’s just effortlessly plowing through walls and enemies as an unstoppable force. Let the viewer feel terror when Durge suddenly breaks into a full sprint, when previously he’d walked at an intimidating, Horror Slasher pace; That’d be a really fun Oh Shit moment for the protagonists. In regards to Boba as a potential enemy, maybe he even references having met Durge before; Both of them being bounty hunters adds another connection, a shared criminal underworld setting to encounter each other in.
So then Boba or Din is being mercilessly chased down by this pursuer, who madly stops at nothing to mow down his enemy; Durge does insane things like fly a ship directly into a building to go after his target, swing giant debris to smash people apart, etc. He’s intelligent and so there’s the horror at seeing Durge being able to wield complex weaponry, like pulling out an entire rocket launcher and giving no fucks over the casualties he’ll blow up. Just really sell this dude as a stoic monster who won’t rest until he completes his mission, until his enemy is dead; Popping heads, raining fists, maybe dragging out a kill to display spite. Durge is utterly implacable and there’s a mysteriousness to him, because he’s a fully-armored, masked individual… Which then turns it into a borderline jumpscare when Durge unveils one of his tentacles to toss the hero around like a ragdoll.
Our hero learns that Durge is an ancient monster of legend… But he and the audience don't get to appreciate just what type of creature Durge is, until that armor starts peeling back. Thus Durge gets de-armored as I mentioned; A dark mirror to Boba losing his own armor, and/or Din’s face being revealed. But unlike those two, Durge’s face is never revealed… If he even HAS a face; I kinda like that take, even if that’s not how it was in Legends. Just sell and portray Durge as this almost eldritch, cryptid monstrosity, practically a demon that rose from an earthen grave like a vengeful zombie.
Stars Wars is a Space Fantasy, after all. Imagine letting audiences’ imaginations run wild, as we are told of a Mandalorian monster, a demon that burst from the ground, and then we cut to this imposing yet humanoid figure; What horrific thoughts are going on underneath his mask, and what horrific visage is also contained? Since Din is set up to explore the mines of Mandalore in Season 3, that could connect to a thematic backstory for Durge, who is also said to have come from the underground; Legends fans of course know how he got there.
And maybe it’ll even be outright clarified that yes, Durge came from elsewhere, was sealed away like an ancient evil, only to have escaped in recent times with revenge in his heart. If Din is looking for a ‘Dragon’ in the Mythosaur, Durge can represent another archetypal evil, like Grendel or other monsters. He’s a myth from the past returned to present-day, tying to Mandalorian heritage; So if he’s foe for Din, it’s thematic that he beats this horrific legend, in his journey to become a legend of his own. Make a story out of defeating another tale.
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important question number 3 what do you have on boba and sintas vel 👀 - lekkui
i have... some things! honestly, i wish sintas’s portrayal had been a little more solid in the EU. it varied wildly between writers and in certain comics, she had little more characterization than “beautiful, tough bounty hunter chick.” i hope if they revisit her in new canon, they give her a more nuanced, more consistent depiction. also i’ll be ignoring said comics for the purposes of this post bc it’s my blog and i’m too sleepy for salt right now
but yes, onto the bullet points!
for those unaware, sintas vel was a female kiffar bounty hunter who boba tried to start a new life with when they were teenagers. they both got out of the bounty hunting game and settled down on concord dawn, where they got married and had a daughter, ailyn. boba was 16 and sintas was 18 at the time.
one of the things i find most interesting about the two of them, especially when they were teenagers: ailyn was consistently the more logical and level-headed of the two of them, while boba was always more emotional and impulsive. tragically, it’s this impulsivity that leads boba to fuck up so badly and, ironically, to transform into the emotionally detached asshole we know later on.
but yeah, this dichotomy is seen pretty early on in a flashback-by-proxy, in which we learn that the whole romantic run-away-together-and-get-married-and-start-a-new-life-somewhere-far-away plan? 100% BOBA’S IDEA.
in particular, we get the briefest snippet of an exchange where boba is trying his hardest to convince sintas that this would be a good idea. and, no exaggeration, it goes like:
sintas: “i mean, it’s kind of very obvious that you don’t know what you’re doing--” boba: “THINGS I KNOW: YOU’RE GOOD AT SHOOTING THINGS. YOU’RE PRETTY??? I TRUST YOU A LOT. see this is a good idea :)”
TEENAGE BOBA FETT: PURE OF HEART, DUMB OF ASS
anyway, boba fett and noted-morosexual sintas vel make their way to concord dawn. here’s some things we know about their relationship before everything went to shit:
nicknames! they referred to each other with the first syllable of each others’ names: bo and sin. very cute :)
they got married using a traditional mandalorian wedding vow. neither of them had any idea what the mando’a meant, bless their hearts.
as a marriage token, boba gave sintas a small red heart-of-fire gemstone tied on a simple leather cord. it was the best he could afford which, at the time, wasn’t much. however, it had significance to sintas as a kiffar; kiffars are near-humans whose members possess an unusually high occurrence rate of telemetry, or the ability to read memories from objects. heart-of-fire gemstones were said to be among the best for storing such memories.
SHIPPY FIC WRITERS TAKE NOTE. three words to describe boba in a committed relationship: PROTECTIVE. AS. HELL. absolutely unwilling to tolerate so much as a dirty look towards sintas. maybe even a little paranoid. kind of understandable given how much grief he’d already endured in his short life.
it didn’t save them
ok, fair warning, here’s the point where shit gets traumatic, so if you want to know nothing but the relatively happy stuff, STOP READING HERE. also, CWs for manipulation, sexual assault, murder, and imprisonment, bc nobody in this canon is allowed to be happy :(
last chance to turn back!
ok. onto the traumatic shit.
so! boba and sintas are doing fine. operation stop-being-teenaged-bounty-hunters-and-try-to-pass-for-normal is going pretty well! not only do they have their own functional little family unit, but boba has a job as a journeyman protector. basically think of them as like. mando frontier lawmen. and on top of that, boba has been taken under the wing of his superior officer and son of a local magistrate, lenovar.
we don’t know much about lenovar (like, is that his first or his last name, for example...) but we know that boba and sintas trusted him and that boba in particular looked up to him as both a friend and mentor.
however, lenovar was not what he seemed. once he had the young couple’s trust, he managed to get sintas alone and raped her.
in the aftermath, sintas performed some brutally pragmatic mental calculus: lenovar was a high-ranking journeyman protector and son of a magistrate. she and boba were two struggling teenagers with a baby, escaping checkered pasts. retaliating against lenovar would likely destroy them. which meant not only that she couldn’t retaliate against lenovar; she had to make sure boba wouldn’t, either.
so. how do you keep your extremely protective, impulsive former-bounty-hunter husband from flying off the handle and murdering your rapist?
you don’t tell him about it. you don’t tell anyone about it :(
argh just reading this i’m feeling salty that we get so little of sintas’s perspective on any of this. it’s all just “how did this make boba feel? how did it affect boba’s life?” and it’s like GOOD GOD. this woman is now maybe 20 years old, making the absolutely-gutting decision to keep her sexual assault a secret from her closest friend bc it’s the only way to protect her and him and their daughter from being steamrolled by the system. and like, nobody thought to expand on that?
nope, we just get a comic where she’s needlessly sexualized and drawn to look young enough to be boba’s daughter despite the fact that she’s older than him and ugh
OKAY. enough salt. moving on.
sintas’s plan works for all of a year, at which point boba somehow finds out the truth. and everything goes straight to hell.
boba, finding out that sintas kept her sexual assault by lenovar a secret for a whole year (and remember, boba was probably continuing to work under and look up to lenovar during this time), is utterly furious. of course, he wants nothing more than to murder the shit out of lenovar and is only further enraged when sintas tries to logically talk him out of it. in his anger, he proceeds to verbally torch ALL the bridges in their relationship, at one point even cruelly questioning if ailyn is even his daughter. he then storms off and makes good on his threats to kill lenovar
in the aftermath, boba was branded not just a murderer, but the murderer of his superior officer—an even more serious crime. yet, despite repeated interrogations, he refused to say why he had done it, fearing that doing so would drag sintas down with him. he only insisted that he felt no remorse for killing lenovar and that lenovar deserved to die.
in the end, his efforts didn’t save sintas—the courts seized all of what meager assets they had, leaving them all penniless. boba was then exiled from concord dawn and wouldn’t see his wife and daughter again for fifty years.
after everything that happened, boba was a changed person. it’s as if that spark of optimism and dare-i-say goodness that had survived his father’s death was snuffed out, leaving only a cynical, angry shell, laser-focused on violence because it was the one part of his father’s legacy he hadn’t yet failed.
sintas and ailyn, meanwhile, struggled to pull themselves out of poverty, with sintas reluctantly returning to bounty hunting to support them. ailyn never forgave her father for abandoning them, which led to its own equally-disastrous tragedy some decades down the line.
moral of the story is to listen to your wife and don’t make her sexual assault all about your stupid need for revenge. like, i get that the rapist needs to die but maybe like... work with your wife and make it look like an accident? don’t be an impulsive fucking inconsiderate idiot? maybe realize that your wife probably just endured the most hellish year of her life to protect YOUR dumb ass?
honestly, as frustrating as teenage!boba is, you can’t even be that angry at him bc like... he and sintas were both victims reacting imperfectly to absolutely shit circumstances. lenovar is the real villain here.
never going to be over how tragic it is that these two kids tried so fucking hard to derail their villainous origin stories, only to be forced onto even more brutal tracks bc the one adult they should’ve been able to trust in their situation ended up being a predator :(
#snowberry-pie#sintas vel#boba fett#lenovar#the fact that sintas was never spotlighted as a perspective character in the EU....... criminal
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Day 1 Jango Fett
It was a long and unusual few months. Jango Fett hadn’t really considered what being a genetic template would hold exactly, but somehow the cheek swabs, blood extractions, and skin samples made it all feel a little less grand than the contract had originally sounded.
Jango was aware of a few details of this process, these clones of him would age at twice the usual rate of a human, they would be trained to peak physical performance, with a few modifications for heightened abilities, nothing superhuman, just, better than his own average, and likely better when pushed to the brink. But he also knew, these were soldiers. They were not made to be men, boys, sons- stop that now. If that droid attack on Naboo last year was anything to go off, then these soldiers stood no chance at all.
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Don’t get close. Don’t look at them. They’re tools. He reminded himself as he walked past the tall columns of nearly finished fetal clones of himself. Clones. That’s all. It was almost tiring to avoid looking at them, but after a few months of tests and samples, back and forth across this blinding white facility-city every day, they became part of the architecture, background objects always in their place. It made the walk easier. Cleared his conscience to know that even the Jetiise ordered the creation of clones like they were droids. At the very least, he was no worse than they were.
“Good morning, Jango.” Taun We’s voice was soft, eerily calm, and stoney, “Are you ready for your exams?”
“Same time every day.” He chuffed with a slight smile, never sure if any of the Kaminoans could smile at all.
“You will be most pleased with the Alpha’s progress.”
A hot bubble suddenly expanded in his chest and it seemed for a moment that every star in the galaxy burned so brightly he couldn’t see.
“Done already?” He knew his voice gave him away, though he did try to maintain his composure, the last thing he needed was Taun We reporting that he had somehow gotten his health compromised.
“Nearly, Nala Se reports that your specialty clone will be completed by this evening.”
The day flew by, Jango hardly noticed as he quickly obeyed every request as if his life depended on getting into that laboratory before this one clone was finished. Decanted. Born. His mind a bit foggy, day dreaming of his new future, as he was politely led down the curved metallic halls to a lab that was intentionally kept remote from the other cloning areas.
Experimental Lab A7-3
There he was, one of a few strangely round jars set in the wall, suspended in some kind of blueish, artificial amniotic fluid. Jango’s head practically spun, he hadn’t missed anything yet, this one specific clone, was worth all the indignity, any humiliation, and every conflicted thought he’d had since he arrived on Kamino.
“He’s… not ready?” He spoke quietly, moving already to the tube which held his greatest prize, gently as he dared placing both hands to the glass and wondering if the little boy within knew who it was just outside his strange wet world.
“Oh, no. My research suggests that you humans value being present for the … birth… of your offspring.” Nala Se spoke coolly, as collected as any of the others but somehow it was almost as though, at least in this moment, she was trying to sound a little more emotional. “I waited for you to arrive to begin the process.”
It was quick, but also it seemed as though time was moving at half pace. The pod lifted off its bearings and the liquid inside sloshed ever so slightly, still his stomach tightened and he nearly feared for the clean floor in front of him. A careful mechanical arm flawlessly opened the little tube, a comically large pair of softened rounded forceps reached within the container and delicately pulled the contents into the air.
Ignoring the warnings of the Kaminoan scientist next to him, Jango pulled the tiny boy into his arms. A little heavy, sopping wet and sound asleep, hair that he knew would curl lay thick and flat atop his little round head.
A small fire burned in his fingers as a device arm with ends that looked like electrodes, and must have been, reached forward and barely touched the baby’s chest, back and forehead.
The sudden, but very light jolt, caused the infant to gasp, cough, and scream. The wailing was unlike anything Jango had ever heard. It was painful to listen to and yet it was the most wonderful sound he’d ever encountered. He held the child close to his own chest and hummed some old song he’d long since forgotten the words to.
He had known most of his life what he would do here and now, long before the idea of a clone, even before he’d worn his armor the first time. Here and now, as his world turned on its head and his chest tightened and warmed with every shrieking breath:
“Olarom, Boba.”
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you've talked about "doing characterisation checks"— would you mind talking a bit about how you do that? it sounds useful but I'm not sure I'd know where to start besides "rewatch show/movie" (or "reread book").
Right! I rewatch the show.
Obviously I don't rewatch the whole show; I usually do more or less random episodes (not generally specific episodes unless I'm trying to "hear" a character who only appears in certain eps, or if I'm trying to date the timeline very closely). When it comes to characterization and media I am really, really aural, so mostly what I'm doing with a characterization check is listening -- I'm trying to pin down the character's cadences and voice and what those are like in different circumstances. When I'm writing dialogue, I want to be able to hear that character as they speak, and if I can't hear the words in their voice then I don't think I've gotten it right. I'll also sometimes watch for body language, nervous tics, movement, etc., trying to nail down the physicality of characters, but mostly for me it really comes down to voice and dialogue.
I think, from what I can tell talking with other people, that I'm unusually aural -- this is one reason I don't really do book fandoms. I focus really hard on voices and at a certain point, get very familiar with them. It's why I get so badly thrown whenever a character switches VAs or actors -- with very rare exception, I literally can't parse them as the same character because they don't sound right to me, because even the best VAs won't exactly replicate another actor's cadences. That has come in use for me with Wake or Gambit, because I could mentally divide up which version of Obi-Wan and Padme and Anakin was which based on which actor's voice I was using for their dialogue. (Wake!older!Obi-Wan is Ewan McGregor and Alec Guinness; main Wake!Obi-Wan is James Arnold Taylor; Gambit!Kenobi is Ewan McGregor; Wake!Padme is Cat Taber and Gambit!Amidala is Natalie Portman; Wake!Anakin is Matt Lanter and Gambit!Ani is Hayden Christensen.)
But yeah, it's just rewatching and paying a lot of attention -- if I'm doing constant rewatches I don't generally need to do targeted rewatches for characterization check reasons, but if I haven't watched for a while or I've been deep into something else I need to go back so I can "hear" the characters again. Sometimes one episode will do it, sometimes I have to do a bunch. I have no idea if anyone else in fandom does it like this or if my method works for anyone else, because I am, as far as I can tell, just freakishly aural.
As an odd aside, because I'm reading fic right now for the first time in an age, I've found myself having to do that there too -- going back to mildly random scenes from the Thor films to refresh myself with what the characters' voices sound like in between fics, and if I can't "hear" the character then the author's probably gotten the characterization not to a point where I can deal with it. This has also happened with tie-in fiction and comics: if the dialogue's on point and it's a film/show character, then I'll be able to "hear" them as I read -- one really startling instance was back when I was still reading the main Star Wars title and as I was innocently reading along there was fucking Daniel Logan as Boba Fett's voice in my head, was not expecting that to happen. Yeah, it was Daniel and not Temuera Morrison, because (as an animated shows girl) I associate Daniel more with Boba than I do Temuera -- this was several years before Mando.
#I was actually doing it today but I don't think it was very successful because in the middle of it I realized about the AC#this is why I don't rewatch to relax#silentstep#bedlam replies#bedlam on writing
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Okay I'm having trouble finding everyone's posts from Friday. But I just watched chapter 9 and I have some thoughts.
Opening the episode with Din saying he doesn't gamble then ending it with him making a massive gamble was interesting. Although I genuinely don't think he ever does anything he doesn't believe he can do.
The fights in this episode are amazing. Just stunning:
The fight at the arena. The Child ducking when he sees the Birds activate. "I'm not." Really. Din, stop being so goddamn fucking hot, I'm trying to watch the damn show! The whole dangling the gangster part. "You won't die by my hand." (one of the best parts of the character Din Djarin is he is both viciously ruthless and honorable to a fault. I love it!)
The fighting at the end. Both men flying in sync to kill the beast. The Raiders and townsfolk grudgingly working together. But it would have worked better just leaving the loaded bantha in the valley, luring the best out, and detonating it. Fewer civilian deaths but what do I know, I wasn't raised in the fighting corps. And god at the end when Din soars out of the monster's mouth! I that was how the episode would end as soon as I saw the explosives. But still so fucking cool! Is there a name for that trope? I call it the Hercules.
Can we talk for a second about how Din looks in this ep? The strides, the poses and posture. He exudes so much bde that it physically hurts me. Clearly a lot of that is Mandalorian in nature, if those images of Boba Fett from the comics tell us anything (Fett sitting spread in his ship and Din doing it on the wagon at Sorgan have p much the same energy). Just looking fine as hell through the whole thing, even covered in deadly dragon stomach acid.
And can we talk about how much he says this episode? He explains the Tuskens' behavior, translates, plans, barters, smooches doggies, etc. He talks a lot. And I think that's interesting. Din has this reputation as being awkward in social situations and quiet. And like, it's one thing feeling shy around the beautiful widow who's hitting on you. But he says what he means clearly and more or less concisely, including some one-liners and sarcasm. I think he could be described as "laconic" (my character does describe him as such in the thing I'm writing), which means they use as few words as possible to get their point across. Din has no hesitation in speaking, he just prefers to only speak when he has something to say, if that makes sense.
So happy to see Aunt Peli! And Din being like "eh let them work" That's what we call growth.
The casting. I nearly lost my shit when Timothy Olyphant was under the helmet, looking like a whole ass meal. Like that is the most flattering haircut and beard combo I've ever seen on him. Don't @me but he could get it. And poor typecast Leguizamo. Still great tho. He was fun little asshole.
I love when this show doubles down on the western themes:
Vanth's name, accent, role, and general appearance all line up with a small town wild west sheriff. Just showing up and saving the town, so they're like, you're the Lone Ranger now! Olyphant has played western roles before, including voicing The Spirit of the West (an avatar of the legends and ideals of the wild west modeled on Clint Eastwood's western characters) in the animated film Rango (a lot of the Mandalorian's aesthetic comes from Eastwood's movies).
The Mandalorian theme but softly strummed on a Spanish (nylon string) guitar is very evocative of a border town.
The tuskens represent an Indian tribe. The abandoned mining town. The mysterious stranger who comes to town and saves it. Vanth and Din nearly have a quickdraw shootout! The child is hiding in a spittoon for chrissakes!
It really echoes the 7 Samurai theme of chapter 4. I know it's an overlapping, repeating theme in western film. I guess I was surprised to see it again so quickly.
I don't know how I feel about Din speaking Tusken. Signing was one thing. But I just giggled uncomfortably the whole time feeling it was kinda silly (and I had assumed the reason he signed was because humans couldn't speak Tusken). Was that our big hero, heartthrob, and favorite actor Mr. Pascal sitting in the studio making those noises? Rrrhehh rheh rrhehh! I dunno I'm just. Reeling.
Isn't interesting that Din would annihilate the entire populace of Jawas without batting an eye, but he would do almost anything to protect the Sand People? I know there's something to that, about marginalized/eugenicized groups versus like colonialism and whatever vulture like construct you would attribute to the Jawas. But I'm not smart enough to articulate it.
Okay, so the obvious: Boba Fett. Really shocked to see his armor on someone else. I'd already seen the casting of Morrison, so I wasn't like, "is he dead?" and I knew right away this hick didn't take it off him. I wonder if the Jawas stunned him and removed it. Either way, there's going to be hell to pay. I can't wait to see Din and Boba interact; I wonder how they'll respond to each other. And even though Fett should be in his early 40s (I think) he really looks like hell. I mean, I know he's seen some shit. But I wonder what's been up with him in the last decade or so.
Some stuff I thought I noticed, but I need y'all to help me confirm:
Was that Anakin's podracer engine?
Was that C-3PO graffitied on the wall in the dirty city?
Were we supposed to recognize R5?
There's a couple others but I forgot em. I gotta watch it again.
Some questions:
What was the spherical thing the Tusken Raiders recovered from the beast's remains? The scene mirrored the Jawas and the mudhorn's TSUGA! Tsuga tsuga! Tsuuuga! But that didn't look like an egg. If I didn't know better I would swear it was a pearl. (which almost makes sense if you take into account that this guy eats dirt for a living and could have an organ or extra stomach in there like those gross hard balls they used to pull out of ox bellies) Or was it mentioned earlier and I didn't catch it? There was a lot going on.
What are the sand doggies? They're so cute! And that totally establishes our mans as a dog person. Writers, start your fics!
I'm a bit confused about the town's history. How have the people survived for so long with the beast there? Was it the Krayt dragon that wiped it literally off the map? How does the slaving mining guild fit in there?
It really looks in chapter 4 that those krill are native (it's not explicitly stated tho). If no one even knows where Sorgan is and it doesn't have a big export economy, how do these people in the middle of buttfuck nowhere have spotchka?
On that note, how did that city gangster hear about Fett/Vanth? I mean, I dig that he's a collector of beskar'gam, but like, that's still way out there.
The jingling spurs sound in chapter 5 is deliberately obvious when that mysterious figure comes upon Fennec Shand. Can we assume that's Cobb Vanth there? Because clearly, Fett has been without his armor for a while. If it was Vanth, what did he do with her? I don't believe for a second that she's dead. He's not a bounty hunter and he wouldn't have any idea she was valuable since the Guild had abandoned Tatooine. Barter for help/transportation /goods/labor /etc? Also, if it was Vanth, did he witness the whole thing? If so, he knows who Din is. Maybe knows Toro. I dunno. Lots of thoughts. Did he just stumble upon her while traveling back to his village? I forgot the name already lol Mos Pelegrino?
Okay it's nearly 4 am. I genuinely can't remember if I had anything else to say. Please continue to tag your spoilers cuz I will again not get to view the episode until after y'all do next week. But until then, please come yell at me about our favorite show and space boyfriend. I like crazy theories too.
Love y'all. 😘😘😘
#cobb vanth#The mandalorian#The mandalorian spoilers#Mandalorian season 2 spoilers#The mandalorian season 2 spoilers#Mandalorian spoilers#The child#boba fett#Fennec Shand#pedro pascal#timothy olyphant#temuera morrison
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