#ghosts dont need babysitters

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

so like. fnaf movie. after night five, all outside observers know is "this 30yo guy with severe anger issues + his 10yo mentally ill sister just walked out of his collapsing workplace with an unconscious, stabbed police officer, saying that someone inside the building tried to kill them but we can't get into the building to check. we went to their house and the aunt who was fighting for custody of the child is dead on the floor. the guy's career counselor is missing, as is his babysitter and her family and apparently they're all dead in the building we can't get into." and like. that all looks suspicious as FUCK however we know that in the few-weeks timeskip both mike and abby seem happy and fine so it's not like mike was arrested or anything. he seems to be more adjusted and is happily talking with her teacher so i doubt he's under stress of interrogation or anything

there's a lot of implications there that mike mighta pulled something but it's all circumstantial evidence at best. i'm sure in jane's autopsy and crime scene evidence they couldn't find any evidence of mike being the one to attack her, esp since it was probably just golden freddy bopping her in the head so they dont even have the weapon, and if she was strangled they'd be able to tell it wasn't by bare hands and they couldnt get prints or anyth. especially if golden freddy is a FULL ghost and thus left no trail.

mike would be smart enough to only tell the cops what they need to know without mentioning ghosts to sound crazy. abby might be more honest with the cops just bc of #autism but they'd be more likely to consider her talking about ghosts and imaginary friends as a child's way of coping, and they cant get anything out of her that would incriminate mike. ADD TO THAT that mike has wounds that are clearly defensive and is SUPER banged up and his wounds would likely match his story way better than evidence of him attacking anyone, AND that there's likely footage and witnesses of him being in the pharmacy and then driving to work (and thus not in the area to attack jane), AND if/when nessie wakes up she'll probably vouch for mike as well, and the cops dont have anything on him

though i DO wonder if they would have records of vanessa patching him up in the police outpost. if they do, that would also back up mike's story as it's 1) far away from the aunt jane crime scene, 2) confirms that he and vanessa were working together, so either she's complicit in Crime™ or his story is accurate and she was helping him save his sister. him going to defend her instead of calling backup is also consistent with his personality of getting triggered and jumping into action around child abduction, esp w/ his sibling in danger

considering what abby would probably say, AND the history of freddy's, it's likely that they would come to the conclusion of is "someone [likely the og kidnapper from the 80s] found out that the guy working at freddy's had a sister, kidnapped abby from her house while her aunt was babysitting and tried to recreate the crimes, his story of him and vanessa defending her and escaping vaguely checks out." whether or not mike would incriminate vanessa by mentioning her dad was the killer is up in the air, and there's obviously some huge holes that are left from nobody believing that there are ghosts in the building but that would probably be the eventual conclusion

but throwing that all away, it would be really, REALLY funny if the rest of the town, being really fuckin nosy and getting into the juiciest gossip they've had in decades, took one look at michael "big teddy bear falling asleep on himself" schmidt and said "there's no way. there's no way this guy murdered his aunt, stabbed an officer and then destroyed his own workplace, especially when he really needed that job and was on sleeping medication," and then turned around to look at abby "neurodivergent in the early 2000s (ableist af time period)" "vocally hates her aunt" "doesn't talk to anyone and claims that she can see ghosts" "vaguely possessive of her brother" "claims that she found the guy who hurt her friends and got him jumped by a cupcake(?)" schmidt and said "oh my god. it was her."

and nobody's gonna directly say anything but they've got cautious eyes on the situation and someone quietly slips mike a copy of the bad seed to see if he has a realization but instead he's just like "hey this book kinda reminds of that golden freddy kid lmao. wonder how he's doin" and then we smashcut to golden freddy kid poking springtrap with a stick

[yoitsjay]

Dad or Daddy

Pairings: Ghost x gn!reader

Summary: laswell bragged about how great of a babysitter you were. So Ghost just had to find out for himself.

Warnings: sexual innuendo, but no action. Cliffhanger

Word count: 1,639

Render credit: @ave661

You had gained a reputation originally by being a very good babysitter for laswell and her wifes adopted baby, you were a trusted friend of Kate's wife, hence the immediate job, and then Kate started to brag about how you were the only one who seemed to put her baby to a dead sleep, your voice and the warmth that radiated off of you was alluring, and it soothed a lot of people, babies included.

One day you were relaxing at home, you already had a plan to make your way to a local bar that night and had told kate and her wife all about it and that it was a new bar and grill that some other friends of yours had been raving about. Little did you know she would be giving a certain someone your location, and you would end up having a very eventful night.

So when that evening drew in, and you were dressed and ready in a cute ish outfit you put together to perhaps attract some attention to yourself. Maybe you would get lucky… Can't help but dream really. Regardless, you take a cab to the bar, planning on having a few drinks. It doesn't take long to get to the bar either since the location wasn't far from your home, however you did not want to walk home drunk, since something could happen and you wouldn't be in the right mind to defend yourself.

Upon entering the bar and grill, the strong aroma of savory food and alcohol fills your nose, however the smell is anything but repulsive. There's a small dance floor placed in front of a DJ booth on the right side of the room, directly in front of you is the large bar with a huge shelf filled with bottles of different alcohols and mixers. and on the left side of the room are booths and tables to seat at if you're there to grab dinner with a friend, family or other. You were hungry, but since you were alone you just walked straight up to the bar.

You order one drink and a water to start, switching from alcohol and then to water, just to make the night last a little bit longer, you had no plans till monday and it was saturday. After the two drinks you ordered a couple appetizers, munching on some potato wedges when you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, it was light, but you could feel warmth from the hand that poked you, and you turned your head, resting a hand atop your full waterglass, just in case. "Hi?" You asked out in a questioning tone.

The man who had tapped you was tall, and muscular and he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans, however the most unusual thing was that he was wearing a skull ski mask that obscured his face. "Are you Y/N?" he asked, and you raised an eyebrow before speaking. "I am, who are you?" You asked him, and the man sits down beside you on the free bar stool to your right. "Im Ghost- Laswell told me a lot about you, you're a close friend according to her? and I hear that you're one damn good babysitter." He explained, and your previous defense dropped when he mentioned Kate and being a good babysitter.

Upon hearing that a soft chuckle escapes your lips and you nod. "Yeah thats right… you must be the silent killer from the 141 if i remember correct. she doesnt talk a lot about her work around me, but i do know that The Ghost is one mysterious guy… so how can i help you?" You asked, and watched as the large man rubbed his knee slightly. "Well- i have a 5 month old daughter, and i can never find a decent babysitter during the months im on deployment, i dont get a lot of breaks so its hard to see her, and her mom isnt in the picture." he explained, and you nod to show him that you were following along.

He continued a moment later. "All the other sitters i've hired have flaked after a month, or less than that, and well, Laswell says she is going to be home a lot more often which means you'll probably need work… What im asking is if you'd like to babysit for me? you would stay in my house, semi-permanently unless im home for breaks and whatnot, you'll be paid 100 per hour and all of your grocery expenses will be payed for too, and of course you can use any streaming service, my room- all of it. i just really need a reliable babysitter who doesn't flake out on me."He explained, somewhat breathless at the end of his request. You stare at him for a few moments, a smile slowly growing across your lips.

"Take me out to a nice dinner, and I'll be your permanent babysitter for 75 an hour." You stated, extending his hand out to him to shake. You didn't know if he was smiling or not, but the crease by his eyes told you that he was relieved, and just like that you shook hands and the deal was made. The dinner happened the next weekend, but Ghost took you to one of your favorite restaurants in town which just so happened to be your favorite as well. You talked and got to know him a bit, his interests and what life was like in the special forces. You couldn't help but admit to yourself that even with the mask you could tell this man was attractive, with the way he spoke and carried himself, he knew he was good looking too.

On monday he introduced you to his five month old, and she was an absolute sweetheart of a baby. He had a few more weeks left of his break so in that time he got you used to his apartment. It was a two bedroom, one bath apartment, a perfect size for him and his kid, and maybe a lover if he chose to have one. The apartment was simple though, one plant in the living room that was withering away, most likely a house present. And for the most part the apartment was clean, save for some scattered kids toys on the ground.

And in a blink the weeks had passed and You were back at simons apartment, this time with a suitcase full of clothes, and he was getting ready to leave, you said your goodbyes and off he went, and you stayed, living in his apartment for months. you took young charlotte everywhere with you too, back to your apartment on some occasions to clean up some dust, your friend was house sitting for you so it did not get too bad.

You and Ghost face timed every night so he could talk to his daughter, though of course she couldn't talk back, but she knew that the man in the skull mask was her father and she was filled with glee whenever she got to see him through the screen. On top of that you started having your own little chats with ghosts after Charlotte was put to bed. At first it started with little flirty messages, and then heart emojis or kissy faces, and Ghost wasn't shy with his responses with flirty remarks, though he didn't use emojis yet. You weren't a rookie so he didn't have to be professional with you it seemed.

One night seemed to be a gamechanger for you and him however, you had once again put Charlotte to bed and she was out like a light, no sound could wake her. You had a drink or two, and decided to get out of your uncomfortable clothes, making his way into his bed where you had made your home after the first three months of staying in his home, and still as naked as the day you were born you took one of the blankets off Ghosts bed, posing in front of the body length mirror in his bedroom, and with the blanket hanging from your lower torso, hiding the important its, you posed and took a scandalous picture of yourself, with a sultry expression on your face.

Immediately you hopped into his bed, and sent it to him, a grin spread across your lips as you sent him the picture without a word before or after. You shut your phone off, not wanting to see him type out a response to take a picture. However you were growing concerned when more than five minutes passed without a response, so you checked yours and Ghosts chat, seeing that he had read it.

Just as you checked the chat, you saw him begin to type out a response, and your face grew red in anticipation, and his reply finally appeared.

"You've been teasing me for months darlin' and now this? Buckle up sweetheart because when I get home you're not leaving my bed for weeks."

His response had your eyes blown wide open, and you could feel yourself get aroused at the thought of him doing.. everything to you. You quickly messaged him back however. wanting to tease him just a bit more.

"Oh shit- That picture wasn't meant for you ghost, it was for another cute guy- don't take things the wrong way, i'm just your babysitter,"

You sent that reply quickly, and immediately he was typing again, only sending you a red angry face.

"I'm taking the next plane back home. you and i will be having a long… chat… when i get back. cuz i know damn well you ain't talking to nobody but me."

And that's when you knew that you were smitten with your little kids dad, absolutely smitten.

[lemonandlime22]

Twisted wonderland character react to mother Mc that came to wonderland with a baby If it is ok you don’t have to if you don’t want to

Parent!Yuu coming to Twisted Wonderland with their child

Warning(s): teen parent reader, cussing, not edited

A/N: You didn't specify what characters so its just ganna be general hc. Keeping it gn cause I dont write fem readers rn.

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Grim opens you coffin and finds you holding a crying baby then slowly closes it

both you and ya kid have your own robes and Grim tries to convince you to him him your baby's.

Crowley passes out thinking that the black carriage just picked up two kids and your parents were going to sue him all to hell

then you tell him that its your child and he's all better

cause you can't sue him :).

Grim always refers to himself when around the baby as uncle Grim

he will cry if the bbys first words aren't his name.

The ghost will babysit for you a lot, their its unofficial godparents

they also like to put the baby back to sleep when they cry I the middle of the night.

Train gives you some pointers on random parenting things, he also is happy to last minute babysit for you when you have pop quizzes or anything like that

same with most of the other teachers,

Vargas will do little baby exercises with them while you run laps or wtf you have to do that day

Crowley would offer to help, but please be my the responsible choice and never leave him alone with your child.

You two are always welcome to unbirthday parties, Trey will make baby food for them or baby friendly foods he also will be happy to teach you how to properly brush their teeth

Deuce and Ace love playing and entertaining them, Cater take so many pics of them

Riddle tries his best to get along with the baby but it's very awkward, which is also rly cute.

Take them to Leona and he'll throw yall out, he already has one brat to deal with he doesn't want another.

Ruggie will give you some easy food recopies for you to make that the baby can have

Jack will babysit in the early mornings on occasion by taking them out for a run with him in one of those chest/back strap things.

Do not on any occasion let Floyd hold your baby, he will throw them up into outer space!

Jade will try to give them some mushrooms so just to be safe keep your distance with him too

Azul will have war type flashbacks from seeing you chubby baby.

Kalim is spoiling the shit out of your child, he's also happy to babysit he's got more experience then most with how many little siblings he has

Jamil doesn't mind being around the mushy thing if it's not annoying.

Epel LOVES them! their just the right amount of chaos he needs to stay sane, plus they might remind him of some of the kids in his family or home town

Rook is another happy babysitter, likes to put his hat on them even though its way to big for them

keep the tf away from Vil, on his request

especially if they have ever or have come close to fucking up his makeup or hair or anything like that.

Ortho enjoys playing with them, he thinks their so interesting, also would love to hang out with them but Idia refuses to allow kids

especially babies

anywhere near his room.

Be carful, Lilia might try to adopt them, maybe both of you and he'll be a grandpa

he hasn't decided yet

he also might try and teach them to call him grandpa and Silver uncle

also for some reason, prob the animals that are always around him, your kid loves Silver

Sebek contently makes your baby cry cause of how loud he is, he also yells/scolds at them if they ever cry while Lilia or Malleus hold them

Malleus is basically their unofficial dad, he adores them and spending time with them, even giving them gifts

not just toys tho like things they need

this man even reads parenting books!

fuck after a while he might even start a collage fund for them.

Anyway-

Good luck raising your kid here!

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[the-s1lly-corner]

😇Ben Drowned with Seraphim! Reader😇

Ben Drowned x Seraphim!reader (platonic)

heads up i know next to nothing about angel stuff so im mostly going off of appearance here so uhuhuh! i hope thats okay anon! this might be a little all over the place since i was a little pressed for ideas </3 going to answer this then imma go make some food, maybe draw, then come back and write !!

very rarely is ben actually in the 'physical' world, usually hes confined to a device... and honestly the idea of a seraphim just carrying a phone or something of the sort around with them at all times is a little funny

like the admin, i dont think ben would be well versed in angel stuff, so i think he would be prone to making assumptions on what you are and what you do... probably teases you for being "nauseously good" or something along the lines... whether or not his words align with your personality is up to you!

not sure if he would be in shock knowing angels exist, i mean hes a trapped ghost i think hes had a feeling that other stuff is probably possible

messes with your wings, usually poking and messing with the features... sometimes ruffles them around if hes feeling particularly annoying that day

if you also have a halo i think it should be known that he WILL try to throw things through it; really anything he can get his hands on and feels confident enough will fit through it

i promise he doesnt mean it to be malicious, hes just an annoying kid who kind of got REALLY bored being trapped in a video game for lord knows how long; i think some of his attempts to get attention and stimulation can be forgiven to a degree

probably hides behind or under your wings if he pissed someone off and needs to run off... if we're tying in other characters into this i can easily see the other being jeff. theyre friends but ben loves pushing the guys buttons... whats he gonna do? kill him? bens already dead!

the idea actually kind of reminds me how some medias have a friendship between an angel and a demon... some ghosts can be considered demons, right? i mean i dont think so but shrugs

same energy regardless

also kind of gives off a kid and babysitter dynamic in a funny way, i mean rowdy kid whos kind of a douche and guardian-type figure keeping an eye on him

[s3cr3tjuic3]

GHOST AGERE HEADCANONS BC MY FRIEND GOT ME HYPERFIXATING AGAIN LOL (attempt 4? maybe?)

this is random/out of order and purely just my projections and based on my friend's headcanons

if you find this sky-why then hii :3

AETHER:

regressor all the way‼️

all the ghouls and ghoulettes know abt his regression and they adore him while little but mountain is his main caregiver

a fair amount of his regression is vent regression bc he has so much responsibility

HUGE CUDDLEBUG WITH EVERYONE

he's a horror baby, cant convince me otherwise (dont ask me abt fav movies lol, ive only watched scream lol)

cowbell and zephyr occasionally babysit aether when mountain is busy

MOUNTAIN:

cg/babysitter! is always up for babysitting any of the ghouls or ghoulettes but is mainly a cg for aether and cumulus

despite seeming really stone faced and reclusive but he's actually a major softie, especially the ghouls/ghoulettes he has a stronger connection to

a very laid-back cg/babysitter, he tries not to have too many rules but some of the ghouls/ghoulettes act feral swiss and aurora

a lot of the ghouls/ghoulettez have a great sense of trust in mountain, which is why he babysits a lot of the other regressor ghouls and ghoulettes. a lot of them just feel safe in his presence l

he's really good with sensory seeking and sensory avoidances so he's always able to help out

CUMULUS:

shes a flip! but with a big regressor lean <3 she also occasionally babysits any other ghouls or ghoulettes and sometimes babysits aether but a lot of the time, cumulus and aether regress together

shes a very active cg! she loves playing pretend with littles and adding to their crazy storylines when playing

she occasionally babysits aurora and swiss when they want/need it

shes a very active little! she LOOOVES baking with mountain!

she also loves watching horror movies with aether and mountain!

and she loves arts and crafts! she always tries to get the other ghouls and ghoulettes to join her and set up an arts and crafts day! (it always works)

AURORA:

also a regressor! she doesnt want a cg but she doesnt mind being watched over every once in a while when she feels a little too young to be by herself. and that is usually the ghoulette sunshine

she loves loves LOVES playing pranks on the older ghouls and ghoulettes and just being mischievous in general

she also loves dressing up when shes regressed! her little wardrobe ranges anywhere from vintage gothic dressed to bright flowery sundresses!

also you cant tell me that sunshine hasnt also bought her a few tiaras to go with her dresses

she also loves to be carried around! bridal style? yes! piggyback rides! of course!

her favorite person to play with when regressed is swiss (especially when theyre both little, then everyone has a problem™ on their hand /j)

(saved my fav for last lol)

SWISS:

swiss is also a flip! he mostly has a cg lean tho

when swiss is little, he's s like a metronome. either he's chaos reincarnate or he's the sweetest little angel. there is no in-between and there is no indication. the ghouls/ghoulettes just have to guess.

when swiss is chaos reincarnate, he's often found with aurora causing chaos and pulling pranks! or he's just running up and down the halls of the ministry until he falls to the floor in exhaustion and one of the ghouls/ghoulettes has to drag him to his room for a nap.

when he's not causing chaos and problems for everyone in the ministry, he'll usually ask cumulus to read/tell him stories while he cuddles with his plushies (or whichever ghoul/ghoulette he can get his hands on within the first thirty seconds of cumulus agreeing to read to him)

he also have a deep love for plushies! you want the key to his heart? get him a plushie.

swiss is mainly rain's cg tho he doesnt mind looking after any other ghouls/ghoulettes, especially aurora and cumulus <3

despite how swiss acts on stage, he's a pretty mellow cg with few but strict rules.

whatever his little wants to do, he's gonna help with! is he kinda bad at arts and crafts? maybe. does rain loooive arts and crafts with cumulus? of course! does that mean when he participates.in arts in crafts that rain's and cumulus's crafts look better than his? also yeah,,

swiss is also just a very gentle cg. he always encourages and reassures any little he looks after. he also carries around a little purse with stuff for his littles like band aids and fidgets

while a lot of ghouls/ghoulettes go to aether with their problems or even sometimes mountain, if they feel that they just arent up to talking to those two yet, swiss always makes sure his room is open to impromptu sleepovers and cuddle sessions!

[brainticklr69]

Little bit of a rant but…

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH JOBS?! In both my personal experience and my friends experience APPLYING TO JOBS HAS BEEN HELL RECENTLY. You apply, meet all of the qualifications OR EXCEED THEM, maybe have an interview where you basically sell your life to them schedule wise AND YOU STILL DONT GET A CALL. Not even a “hey no not you” they just straight up ghost you as a company! I’m a middle class, white, college student with multiple internships and previous jobs in retail and childcare so I can not even fathom the struggle that people who don’t have the same privileges have to go through to get a job.

I’m literally saying “hey I’m willing and happy to do labor that makes you money as long as you pay me minimum wage and treat me ok, otherwise I’ll do whatever” and they’re like “…” (that’s the sound of them not responding). Like hiring urgently my ass fuck all of you. Even small jobs like local businesses or literally a family that was hiring a babysitter do this! The application said “email —— if you’re interested” and I did I said (summary) “hi I have experience in childcare and would be happy to provide any references or further information you need, here is my resume, thank you for your time!” AND I DIDNT EVEN GET AN EMAIL. I have gone in person to apply AFTER APPLYING ONLINE and been told “we’ll call you when we do interviews” or “hope to work with you” (I understand people may just be being nice and to not take their word) but you can imagine/remember how disheartening it is to put in effort and not receive any from large companies, small businesses, or literally individuals.

“Young people don’t want to work”??? Shove that up your fucking ass because I have and am currently working an UNPAID internship because I have the privilege and resources to do so. So many of us are applying and not even getting a courtesy email that’s personalized.

Why should I or anyone else trying to get a job put in so much fucking work to make ourselves seen and appear professional just to be not treated professionally?! And once again that’s my experience as someone with a shit ton of privilege!!!

[tumbylyr]

leona oh my god i gotta start with her. her being made into some babysitter was so grr(does not have words to describe my inner thoughts(its probably irritating)) especially with the background of her birth and the blood running through her. not only is she a decendant of esmund but she is also a descendant of a tribe that no longer exists there is so much they couldve explored with her especially with her family and ties. i friggin wish she and zane talked a bit more.

i think emmalyn couldve been expanded on, also i hate her new personality after they gave her sentience whats with this nice girl? (oh and rebirth and emerald mys where she as ghost falls in love with a guy that looks like her captor is kind of weird) she got totally messed up fr when s3 happened

hailey. didnt watch s3 so i dont know if shes there but she needed some more development as well as interaction with the others in the main cast during their trip to pikoro(from what i recall travis made a bunch of jokes about dating him(?) i think they couldve expanded more) i dunno shes sweet and i liked her i wish she got more attention in terms of character

ZOEY ZOEY ZOEY she has like 7 minutes of screentime in s2(thats what ive summed up in my mind) shes a supporting character who does well in supporting but i do wish they expanded more on her as well as made her more relevant due to her strong ties with the main cast as well as what she did during the start of s2

MCD'S "DONE DIRTIEST" COMPETITION

MCD sucks dick & balls & has terrible, terrible writing full of plot holes and discrepancies. virtually every character is a well of untapped potential that was ignored or actively made worse. the question is, then, who was done the dirtiest?

which MCD character do you think had the most untapped potential- who was written the worst when they could've been so much more? submit your done dirty faves in my ask box or whereever

[nastyburger]

Can you talk more about the episode "ghosts don't need babysitters"?

ghosts dont need babysitters is basically meant to explore the concept of being accepting of someone on paper vs actually handling that in practice.

it takes place recently after danny and jazz are on the same page with the whole identity reveal thing. she knows and understands her brother is phantom, shes seen him transform to fly off into the night, and she whole heartedly accepts him for who he is and all that junk of course. and now danny knows that she knows, so hes more open with his abilities and natural state of being rather than hiding it.

but watching from afar vs actually interacting, navigating, and living with the whole ghost thing is a whole different battle jazz has to work through. ESPECIALLY when its coming from her little brother who, from her perspective, has changed extremely suddenly and randomly. as cool as it would be to just very easily roll with the punches on this kind of thing, the more realistic scenario is that you gotta have time to adjust to it. like what do you do when you wake up one day and suddenly your little brother youve known all your life is just casually floating upside-down vacuuming the ceiling. even if you like conceptually understand he can do that, its gonna be a trip seeing that for the first time lmao.

the episode premise is basically jack and maddie have to leave town for some ghost sciences exhibition for a weekend so jazz is in charge of the house and danny while they’re away. because there’s no one else in the house who doesnt know danny’s secret, he basically goes all in on metaphorically having it all hang out. hes got nothing to hide! he starts being a whole lot more ghostly and does a lot of random stuff that makes no sense to jazz out of context more openly (like doing experiments on how his newer powers work, trying to figure out or hone specific skills, sticking his head into some ghost invention for whatever reason).

its mostly a comedic thing, where we’re looking through jazz’s outside perspective lens on the whole situation, but the more serious note is that she genuinely struggles trying to be supportive of whatever weird thing danny is doing and act normal around it. but you know, its hard and jazz is putting too much pressure on herself to not make her brother feel like a freak over this very precious piece of information she was trusted with. eventually, at after the series of kinda funny/awkward interactions, danny kinda catches onto why jazz is being all weird and isnt happy about it.

he sits her down and basically tells jazz that its okay to ask him questions about the whole ghost thing, its okay to be a little weirded out and show any reaction other than positive, he wont be hurt as long as she just for the love of god talked to him about like a normal person instead of trying to pretend he’s a normal person. at this point, danny has fully come to terms that hes different both socially and literally, he doesnt need this whole song and dance jazz is doing to spare his feelings. its who he is! he knows people arent used to it, thats his normal so its okay if people need to ask questions about it to understand him.

 the episode is meant to show that you’re allowed to make mistakes when getting used to something about someone and how being overly considerate can actually be alienating more than it is allying. some people just arent normal, its okay to recognize and embrace that instead of trying to make if feel normal for that person!

in all honesty though, the heart of the episode is essentially “jazz keeps walking in on danny doing a lot of weird ghost shit and is kinda weirded out by it”. the whole deeper meaning and message is there but its still overall a light hearted laugh and jazz learning the lesson to not overthink how she should interact with her brother just cause hes different.

[shifter444]

CHAPTER2

Warnings: anything cod, fainting, swearing

-Come on Y/N wake up! - Raspy voice familiar, the person how talks to you deffenetly smiling.

-Fuck off Soap- you hit his chest lightly to leave you alone.

-Come on kid don't make it hard for us, shadows are here in 20 - Cold tone, muffled voice from a mask, strong british accent.

-You know I am not a child skull face.

-Sergent stop playing around and get ready!

You ignored him and buried your face in your pillow.

-That was an order!

-Okey don't need to be mad I am ready in five.

Flashback (6 hours before)

The plain just landed. You can feel you wont last long the worst part of your job is about to hit in and you have this gut feeling that it is going to be a big hit. You feel the after effects of the adrenaline rush. Hands shaking and your legs feel like jelly. You try to stand up but at first try you cant.

-Hey Soap can you help here please?- You asked the man who is standing up from his chair at the moment.

He causally walks up to you and give you worried eyes.

-Can you help me please I am not fine-you look at him with puppy eyes. The words was hard to say you hated asking for help.

-Yeh sure - he still gives you worried looks but overall he is sure you will be fine. You have to admit it that this was your longes operation so long.

You are about to be at the room they assigned you and your team-mates but suddenly you feel a rush of warmth all over your body. You don't hold on Soap anymore because you wanted to prove you could do this without him. On the way to the building you met Ghost who joined to your dou making a trio out off it. The warmth got hotter and hotter your vision started to blur.

-Soap I think I'm going to ....- You had no time to finish the santance you collapsed right into someones arms.

Ghost pov

- Fucking hell- I catch Y/N in my arms we were abou to be at the rooms and she sudenly fainted. Her balaclava still hiding her face only her closed eyes can be seen.

- I told her she is not okey- Soap turns around immediately after I saved her from falling.

- Fuck she always so stubborn about this.- Soap grunt worry in his eyes as he watches me lift her up.

- Holy she is so much lighter than i though she will be.- I pick her up even with half of her gear on she still so light in my arms.

The rooms werent far away only about 2 and half a minutes. When we arrived to her and Soap room a put her down on the bed.

- I be right back, I call the medic he is in the other room.

- Uh okey.- I didnt know how to answer Soap I started to worrie about the women lying on the bed. I  had no idea what happend to her she seamed to be fine all along. The only thing I know was that I need to take the gear off of her so she can be examined. I started to take the peaces off. Her body made my hands look so big compered to her. I wonder if she looks even smaller with no cloths on.... Come on Ghost concentrate you can't like her.....Mission is first. And in first place why would you think that ... idiot.

- Here - I heard Soaps voice in the room I was so occupied with her I didnt notice Soap came inside he made me jump a bit.

- Lieutenant

I just nod in response to the doctor. And I standed back so he can examine Y/N.

- So she aked me for help when we landed but after we finished geting our staff she looked just alright. She sad she will be fine but on our way to the building she fainted.

- Okey, I do a regular check-up on her.

The doctor slowly lifting her balaclava up so he can reveal her face. What the fuck that can't be. I looked at Soap who closely watch as the doctor examined Y/N .

-Soap out now

-What L.t?

-I SAID OUT!- I opened the door leaving Y/N with the doctor inside.

- What is the problem Ghost the fuck is with you?

- Who the fuck sing her for this , She is a kid a fucking child...

- I am not here to babysitt her..., she can't  do this she will hold us back...or even.

-Hey dont you fucking dare to talk like this about her L.t!

- MacTavish you don't get it she's not belong here. She is going home and I don't take any remonstrance.

-But...

-I said noe remonstrance Sergent.

Well i am not quite happy with this chapter but I hope you like it better than me

[aroaceconfessions]

Tw: drinking, self harm of a friend, uh, unhealthy relationships

Why is friendship so, hard?

I love friendship, and i think its one of the most fulfilling kinds of relationships that exist! But its also, to me, the one that has caused me more pain.

I had to ghost a very very good friend some months ago because if my parents found out i was talking to her, they would have made my life hell, and hiding her was not good for my mental or physical health. And i miss her. I miss our talks, I miss the trust that we had on each other, i miss the comfort of being with her. But i dont miss the fucking nervous colitis and having to take medicine because of the anxiety that hiding her caused me.

Or, there is this friend that started drinking and getting wasted at school, and i dont know how to help her, but i hate being near when she is... drunk.

I love her so much, she is just, such a great person to be around when she is sobber, and i have tried to help her on anything she needs, but she just wont stop, and she expects me to babysitt her because another friend does so (that friend is kind of an asshole tho, she treats the whole thing as "aww the baby got drunk again, how silly of her :)").

And another friend just, tried to kill herself a year ago, and she always gets bad emotionally during summer vacations, and i dont want to lose her.

And so long and so forth.

And somethimes i wonder if its easier for allos? Like, that asshole friend can always dump my drunk friend on the rest of us and go kiss her bf, and one of my closest friends has his gf to go and talk to and do the weird couple stuff that my aro ass cant understand. And i feel that i dont have that opportunity to get away because friendship is the thing i've got, and, this mess of people is all i've got. I cant even go to the one friend i was comfortable talking to because i ghosted her, and the rest of my friends seem to think that the talking about all this weird shit is reserved to the partner, but i cant have one, i dont feel the things that they seem to hold so high, and, they have made clear that you are an ass if you dare to be in a romantic relationship with someone if you dont get the romantic feelings.

I may need better friends i guess, but i have started to think about qpps and how nice that sounds. It seems like the perfect solution to my problems. Its a close, platonic relationship, and thats all i need to be strong so i can deal with the hardships of friendishp. Yknow, a person that i can count on being there as i take a break of the rest of the world burning.

I dont know tho, i know its not healthy to go and get a partner (even if its a platonic one) just to try and, solve external problems? And i mean, its not like a lot of people near me would even consider being on a qpr, so yea, kinda in need of help or, just to rant to get all that out i guess.

[joysona]

Open invitation to infodump abt your personal killjoy lore on this post !! Wether it be abt ur oc(s), the fab 4 or other canon characters, zones lore, whatever thoughts u have to scream into the void that u don’t wanna put into its own individual post feel free to leave it here!! I’ll start, oc lore below the cut :>

My oc is named sun spot! Theyre the babysitter and a fairy godmother for a gang called the cosmic crew out in zone 3. Other members of their gang include: Daisy Chain, Ballroom Blitz, and Jenny Jazz.

Sun spot has 2 sisters, both lost somewhere else in the zones. Their oldest sister, Milky Way, is a motorbaby tumbleweed that usually hangs out in the outer zones, and their other sister, Kosmic Khaos, is a crash queen and paper boy based in zone 2. Both are squeaky and lay low in thei eyes of BL/ind for the most part.

They’ve kinda been on a side quest to find their sisters for years. The three split up shortly after their parents died, having grown up in the zones. Their parents were ghosted in a firefight so bad it wiped out the gang they called home and everyone just scattered. Sun spot wound up in zone 2 several days later and was taken in by the cosmic crew in its early days, formerly run by a joy named Bottle Rocket. Other former members include Zombie Eyes and Space Age.

The primary function of the Cosmic Crew is to be a safe haven for joys on the run. Their city raids aren’t so focused on taking down BL/ind itself, but rather on dumpster diving, hijacking supply trucks, and scavenging food, clothes, and other necessities to sell for cheap in zone 3. They aim to take care of their own more than anything else.

The cosmic crew is based in zone 3 in an abandoned warehouse next to an old gas station and a single still-functioning streetlight. Inside, there are shopper stalls to buy food, jackets, etc, a huge section of hammocks and grungy old mattresses for joys to sleep on, a medic tent, and a couple workshops for the gangs resident smithy and gearhead to work out of. Walk in and find a tall ‘joy wearing pink bellbottoms and she’ll direct you to a fairy godmother if you need someone to patch up a jacket. The cosmic camp is open to squatters who need a place to crash as long as they dont bring trouble with them, first meal there is always free!

[jangofctts]

Anything at All (boba fett x fem!reader) (part one) (part two) 

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: smut, even mORE thrONE fucking, oral sex (f receiving), boba’s a biter, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap thAT wiLLY), vaginal fingering, explicit language, boba is a grouchy dom kwjhgjh       

a/n: anyway I think yall forget im a writer and not just a Certified Clown, but anywAy here we be. HAPPY NEW YEARS ya FILTHY anIMALS im so thankful for all yall and im glad I can provide you with some entertainment kaejhejhr

  You haven’t seen Boba Fett in days. 

Called away on business you’ll never be included in or know the fine details about. It’s not kept away from you because he doesn’t trust you, or thinks you’re a mindless idiot—no—he’d rather keep his princess occupied with prettier things. No need to concern yourself with the the underbelly of what he now rules. 

You’re not upset about it—you’re not really a fan of watching petty squabbles that’ll result in someone’s chest being imploded by a blaster. You’ve seen enough of it in the cantina, and while you were never the one tasked with clearing the bodies out—it was still mildly traumatizing. Eh—no need to dwell. 

You’ve got other shit to do anyway. 

There’s a seemingly endless zigzag of secret hallways and dusty rooms within the palace, teeming with strange knickknacks and ancient artifacts that are more than likely cursed. Definitely haunted—but it doesn’t stop you from exploring or sorting through the useless junk. Besides—Fennec stayed behind, acting as your glorified babysitter for the past few cycles—ensuring your safety from both whoever dared step foot into the palace and the ghosts. What a lovely woman. 

Speaking of which—you hear her sigh and shuffle, shifting her weight onto her other foot as she leans back against a dusty crate. She picks at the dirt beneath her fingernails, lazily glancing up every now and then to check that you haven’t eviscerated yourself on a piece of scrap metal or something. Lucky for her, all you found today was an abandoned crate of old datapacs shoved in the back corner from what you assumed to be some sort of office. Yesterday you found a sword that was promptly confiscated.  

“I’d be careful snooping around in those,” Fennec warns as your fingers find the on switch. “You never know what sorta data the Hutts were keeping here.”

You shrug and wave away her concern, reading over the information that flickers across the screen. “I think I’ll be ok…See?” You pointedly wave the datapac in her direction. “This one is about the finances. Spooky.”    

Fennec rolls her eyes followed by an amused smirk that ghosts over her lips. You toss it aside and root around some more, pulling out another datapac. The blue hologram flickers to life and as you decipher the little lines of text your face falls. Each line is a name, previous and recently bought or traded people that crossed the threshold of the palace. Fennec was right. This isn’t fun anymore.    

“These are…slaves.” Your lips curls in disgust. “How is this still not outlawed? It’s barbaric.”      

“You’re not from Tatooine, are you?” Fennec asks as she meanders over and wrestles the datapac out of your hands. She switches it off and tosses it back into the dusty crate. You huff and cross your arms over your chest.  

“No,” you agree. “Im from Arkanis. But even there we don’t have slaves.” 

Fennec squats beside you, her elbows resting over her bent knees. She playfully taps your shoulder with the back of her hand and quirks a brow. “What’d I tell you—snooping doesn’t do anyone any good.”

You roll your eyes and shrug, a frown still etched on your lips. Fennec sighs, rubs her chin and then reaches out to push a stray hair behind your ear. A flush blooms up your cheeks at the gentle touch. 

“You have a sensitive soul, Kitten,” she chuckles, poking at your cheek that you’re certain she can feel the heat emirate from. “You said you were from Arkanis—tell me about it. Why come to Tatooine?”

Your lips quirk in a tiny smile as you bat away her pointer finger, saving your cheek from another poke. “Hey—not everyone likes rain ok?” You huff. “Besides, Tatooine wasn’t supposed to be permanent.”

She nods. Unsure what exactly to tell her--a silence ensues. It’s not terribly awkward but it’s enough that makes you jumpy and itching to move on from this room now stained with information you weren’t prepared on finding. You stand suddenly, brush yourself off and mutter under your breath about finding something less…heartbreaking. 

Fennec jumps up as well and when you leave the room her hand clamps over your shoulder. She spins you around and levels her gaze onto you. “You’re free to leave whenever you like. You know that right?”

Your brows furrow. “I know—don’t worry, I want to stay.”

Her head bobs with a satisfied nod. “We’d miss you if you left. You’re nice to have around.”

You blush again and mumble out a thank you, shooting off into another unexplored location to escape Fennec’s knowing smirk. Maker—you’re embarrassing.  

                               -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Boba returns later that afternoon—the shadow of his familiar figure stretches around the curved stairway, the purposeful stomps of his boots against the carved steps following with it. Your heart flutters within your chest, like a distressed creature with wings as you jump from your makeshift seat.

You come face to face with Boba. Or, helmet rather—whatever. 

The smell of hot metal and dry air sticks to him as he paces closer, closing the small gap that separates him from you. You’re frozen beneath the heavy weight of his stare behind the void like black of his visor as he plants himself firmly before you, close enough that his cuirass could brush your chest if he puffed out his own chest.   

“Hi…” You smile, a fragile vale of uncertainty blanketing the pair of you—still attempting to feel out his mood, sort through the general gruffness of his personality and gage wether or not you could reach out and touch him. The helmet is a tricky thing to read and his body language gives nothing away. You swallow your nerves take a leaping risk.   

“Let me see your face.” You murmur. You move your hands up to the edges of his helmet at a snail’s pace, giving him ample time to slip through your fingers—wedge a sharp thorn between whatever it is that you’ve built and name it for what it is.

He doesn’t choose that option. 

With a low hum, Boba dips his helmet closer to your outstretched fingertips instead. The metal is cool under your palms as they fold over the sides of the helmet and pull up. The metal whispers against his skin like wind through tall grass as the point of his chin peeks out, followed by his lips, his nose, and finally those golden brown eyes. They glitter with amusement as you release a shaky breath, the helmet the only thing acting as a barrier as you clutch it near your sternum. His mouth quirks when you blush and glance away—focusing on the little silvery nicks the green paint refused to cover. You rub your thumb over the blaster pockmark that dents the metal—you frown. You hope that wasn’t recent. 

Boba gently pries the helmet out of your hands and sets it onto the armrest of his throne. He purrs your name and pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, leading your attention back to him. Your eyes flit up his scars—your breath catching in your throat as he smiles.

“Hello, princess,” he says—the grit and timbre of this new nickname jumpstarting your heart to skip and choke on its own tireless beat.

You roll your bottom lip between your teeth and shake your head. “Boba, I’m not—“

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence—

Boba spreads his fingers over your jaw, tilts your head and swoops down to meet your lips in a dizzying kiss. Hard, hungry, victorious, breathless—like he’s spent years fighting and only now takes a moment to slow down—drown in the softness of your lips and skin. His hands claw at your arms, your clothes, your hair—like you’re the spoils of battle and he fears losing you to the shadows of his past and some hidden horror that nips at his heels. He kisses like a man terrified that this will be brief, intangible and something that’ll abandon him.

He trails after your lips when you break away—your lungs heaving for precious air. He doesn’t let you go far, ensuring your positioning by tangling his fist into your hair at the nape of your neck and scraping his lips up your cheek, enticing you into another kiss. You tilt you chin to meet him with equal fervor, whining as his warm tongue curls sweetly into your mouth. His existence fills your veins with liquid silver—evokes the bloom of crackling star fire beneath the cavity of your ribcage. Every thought starts with him and ends with your heart aching to burst into a million tiny shards.   

The next time you part,  Boba is the first one to pull away. He cups your cheeks between his weathered hands and plants a tender kiss just below your hairline. You swear you can feel the skin buzz from the touch—like every atom in your being was solely created for him to command and conquer. You sigh and lean into his palm. 

“I missed you.” You admit with a small smile. 

Boba leans closer and presses another kiss to your forehead. “And I you, little one.”

“I got worried, y’know,” you continue, your fingers tapping a trail up the front of his chest plate. You trace the repainted insignia with your fingernail and flash him a coy smirk. “You never called—thought maybe you found a new pretty thing.”

He grunts, shakes his head and sweeps a rogue strand of hair behind your ear. “Hilarious—my hands are full enough with you hounding me every five minutes.”

You puff out your bottom lip and feign offense, mumbling some lame whine like a petulant brat. Boba snorts and crowds closer. He presses his gloved thumb between your furrowed brows, smoothing out the wrinkles and then cups your cheeks between both palms. You freeze as he carefully knocks the crown of his forehead onto yours—it’s sweet.

An excited smile splits when he moves his head to your right, the syllables of each word rolling off his tongue sweeter than spiced honey. “I’ll make it up to you, pretty thing,” he whispers by your ear, his warm breath disturbing the fine hairs there. “How does that sound, hm?”

That’s not even a question you would ever dream of denying—you quickly nod. “I’d like that.” 

Boba drops his hands from your face and peels himself away. His eyes trickle down your figure—calculative and analytic—planning out each move to pick apart the entirety of your being. “Take everything off.”

You comply without a second thought—slipping free from the breezy cotton and scratchy poncho you stole from a storage room. The fabric pools at your feet in an unceremonious pile—leaving you bare for him. Despite the sickening dry heat that pollutes the air and causes beads of sweat to gather at your hairline—goosebumps rush up your arms under Boba’s piercing stare. 

Boba’s eyes flicker to the throne. A feral grin tugs at his lips. “Sit.”

This time you hesitate. Did he…? No—you must’ve heard wrong— 

He quirks a brow and gestures to the throne. “Well? Are you going to listen?”

Your tongue slides over your chapped lips. “O-ok..I just—never mind…”

Scrounging up some courage, you gingerly seat yourself onto Boba Fett’s throne. Chills race along the entirety of your body as the freezing metal seeps into your warm flesh. You squirm and beat away the urge to wrap your arms around yourself—he wouldn’t like that—probably would take it as some sort of insult anyway—

All your current discomforts melt away in a fraction of a breath as Boba Fett lowers himself to one knee, and then the other. A king kneeling before his very own throne for someone like you. Someone who’ll be lost to the pages of history and the endless swirl of galaxies and supernovas—you’re nobody to the world, but to him you’re everything. You inhale a shaky breath as a strange stroke of pride alights through your body as he peels off his gloves and maneuvers himself flush against the edge of the throne and between your thighs.    

Boba bows forward and slips his calloused hands around your ribcage to tug you closer. His lips land over your collar bone, slides his tongue over the protrusion then sinks his teeth into you there. You gasp as he slides lower, leading a trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake. Boba moves his palms, up and in to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples. A whimper escapes past your lips as he catches the pebbled bud between his lips, the hard enamel of his teeth scraping over it—meant to tease. Your nails dig into the fabric bunched around his neck as he moves on to suck your other nipple, the cooling saliva sending a chill down your spine as it dries.

You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core. You’re already wet—worked up and impatient. You roll your head back onto your shoulders and bite your lip. If you complain and tell him to hurry up you’re scared he’ll leave you like this—deny you that pleasure you’ve been craving for days.  

It feels like ages before he moves on from your breasts, now smattered with bruises and his saliva, and carves out a blinding path down your sternum, your belly, then your navel with his tongue. Boba circles your bellybutton—you force down the ticklish nerves and stay still for him. 

You don't mean to jump as his rough hands drop over your knees. You barely get out the first syllable of an apology when his hands slip up your bare thighs, curl around the swell of your ass and yank. You squeak as the edge of the throne bites into your tailbone, the majority of your lower half forced to lean on Boba’s shoulders and his greedy hands. He kisses the inside of your knee—you jolt with an airy gasp. 

Boba picks up his head and smirks. “Look at me when I taste you, little one.”

Mouth suddenly drier than dust, you nod dumbly. 

He hums, satisfied with your weak response and continues on.  

Boba’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver. They sweep up towards the apex of your thighs, settling close enough to reach your aching center. You know he’s there—it’s impossible to ignore him—but you curse anyway when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They steadily work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

“Patience, princess,” he rumbles, shifting his weight to better reach your cunt. “Maker—you’re dripping already.”   

There's a moment just before Boba commits, his face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, hot breath, anticipation gripping your chest. And then he licks a broad stripe from the base of your pussy all the way up to your swollen clit. 

His mouth Is searing, his tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his head. He grunts against you as you drag him closer—greedy for everything he deems you worthy of. Boba’s mouth pinpoints around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter—it’s a struggle not to shut them completely. He asked you to watch after all… 

He then trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your entrance, skips over it completely to lick at the wetness dripping lower that threatens to pool onto the throne or the floor. He opens his mouth wide and hums in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. 

“Fuck—Boba,” you cry, canting your hips into his mouth. 

It's perfect. So fucking good. 

The tips of his thick fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the fluttering ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The two digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness, glinting in the low light. With a smirk, Boba thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that he refuses to stray from. It leaves you just hovering along the sharp edge of oblivion, the catch of his knuckles and calloused skin along your walls pure torture. Stars—he’s going to be the death of you—

Your hips arch into him, trying to urge him to go faster. Instead, he slowly retracts his fingers and removes his mouth. You gasp in frustration as your cunt clenches around thin air. It almost hurts. 

“I told you to be patient,” Boba chuckles, massaging a warm palm along the outside of your thigh. “You’re behaving like a brat.” 

“I’m—I—I’m sorry—“ You wheeze, trying to rope in some self control that fled a long time ago. Your wits are scrapped thin as you throw your hand against the back of the throne. You don’t care that he’s rendered you to a begging mess, your words slurred and hardly understandable. You're so close to diving off the edge—so near to those plush lips and weathered hands that’ll surely become your salvation. "Please! P-please—I need..." 

You're babbling as he drags his fingertips over your thigh, skims over your cunt, and traces a pattern into your opposite thigh. "Boba. Fuck. I pro-promise to be better—I can do it. Please—“

He complies.

Two fingers are thrust up into your dripping cunt, curving so deliciously into something that feels like unrefined plasma bolts. His mouth dips down and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. 

You're flying off you’re high, faster than a fucking speeder with tampered gears. You cum onto his tongue with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Boba keeps licking you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Stars implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jetfuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Boba, and feel the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss and fuzzy pleasure as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it hurts. You're too sensitive. Your nerves are rubbed raw and you're still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. He takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a blade against flesh. Your thighs quiver around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves that wrenches a cry from you. Your orgasm floods through you veins, bursting and rupturing every cell in your being. This one is blistering—charrs all the way to the fucking bone. Your core pulses around Boba’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease into a dull throb. You whimper and push at his forehead because he's still licking at your cunt. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

Boba leaves absolutely no time to completely float down from your high—you squeak as his hands shoot up to grab at your hips, wrenching you off the throne and all but throwing you onto the same floor he kneels on. You flash him a dopey grin, letting your legs fall open for his enjoyment—

“Such a filthy princess,” he chuckles, extending a hand to cover your knee, bending it further out to expose more of your flushed cunt. “You taste sweeter than star cherries.”

You preen at his compliment. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

It earns you an amused huff. Boba scrapes the hand resting on your knee to the apex of your legs, thumb and forefinger gently parting your delicate, slick folds. You bite back a keening whine, utterly exposed to him as he slips the hood back from the throbbing knot of nerves at the top of your slit. Too raw. Your pussy clenches involuntarily, causing everything from your toes to your hips stiffen. Boba hums in delight at his handiwork. 

“Stars, Boba—please…” You beg, voice breathy and soft like whips of spider silk. Boba makes a sound that oozes with smug pleasure, teasing your sore clit with unadulterated glee. “Please,” you hear yourself whimper over your pounding pulse, shifting in his grasp and praying he’ll put an end to this sickly sweet torture.

“Pretty little thing, begging for my cock…” He rasps, darkly threaded sin and the husky scrape of the gray sea licking up jagged, black rock. You’re certain he could talk you into unraveling at the seams, untouched and putty in his hands for him to mold and shape. Boba’s other hand sweeps up your sternum, his fingertips dancing along the mythosaur pendant coiled around your neck. He then curls his thick fingers around the base of your throat and ever so lightly squeezes. “Poor baby—all worked up after a few days…I’ll fix that for you.” 

Before you can fully process, he grabs the swell of your hip and flips you onto your belly. The air from your lungs is knocked out of your chest, the abrasive sandstone bitting into the points of your elbows and patches of your skin and no doubt leaving behind irritated scrapes. You hear the shuffle of fabric and then Boba suddenly seizes your hips and arches them into his crotch, grinding the deliciously hard length of his cock through your wet folds. Throbbing and just as desperate as you are, Boba refrains from flinging you into another bout of teasing. He slicks himself up with your arousal and drags the tip of himself to your clenching center and sinks that first, glorious inch inside of you. 

With a low groan, Boba pushes in deeper, watching your tight hold flutter and accommodate his thick length. It’s the same as before during that night in the cantina—dreadfully full and all but bursting at the seems. The gentle rocks of his hips and gravelly praise eventually allow him to finally bottom out, his sharp hipbones resting against the swell of your ass as you shudder and groan. Fuck—

You can feel him in your fucking guts. 

Boba grants you a brief moment to settle and then—it’s catastrophic. 

Your jaw drops in a silent scream when he pulls back, all the way to the tip and slams back into your tight heat. Boba’s hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and and pulls, forcing your back into a sharp arch. The action leaves more of you open, somehow pressing in even further. He hits so deeply within you—stars it feels like he’s splitting you open and laying you bare. 

His dark chuckle resonates above you—a bit breathy as he tames his own frazzled nerves. “Shit—that feels good. Doesn’t it, princess?”

Your incoherent babble makes him laugh as he gives your hair a playful tug, all the while he never stops thrusting in and out of you. You wiggle your hips, the slight shift makes it ache, and the sharp downward thrusts put delirious pressure on that patch of nerves that renders you dizzy. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s a tightly spooled cable, fraying and an inch away from snapping. Your gasping breaths pitch into airy squeaks as the fist twisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back just a bit more.

Boba lurches foreword, the nip of beskar a frigid shock to the bare skin of your back when he lays over you, his elbows caging you in close. His head drops onto your shoulder blade, pressing sloppy kisses over the arch of your throat and slope of your shoulder—without warning he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck. Maker save you—

The feral drag of Boba’s teeth digging into your sensitive flesh skin makes you squeeze around his cock—Boba answers with a soft growl that vibrates against the skin of your shoulder. Somehow he fucks into you harder, his pace becoming brutal. Your nails scrabble against the floor, searching for some sort of anchor as you wail under him.

It’s too much—fuck, you’re gonna implode. Pinned between the rough sandstone and the hand in in your hair, mixed with the sharp pain of his teeth marring your skin—you loose it. Sensing your peaking orgasm, Boba’s fingers wedge between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs quick circles with two fingers as he purrs words of filth into your ear—how good his pretty thing is for him, how well you came for him, how tight you are. 

“There you go, little one,” Boba says, his words like a tendril of dark smoke. “Cum for your king.”   

His efforts are quickly rewarded as you shudder and lock up harder than durasteel beneath him. A blinding surge of vicious heat, knocks you clean off your feet and steals away all the air left in your lungs as your nails dig into the sandstone—trembling and grappling blindly for a foothold in your own head. The cold chest plate is a much needed anchor for the overwhelming intensity that threatens to drown you and bury you six fix under.   

He bites down again when he cums, his hips digging into you with short, rough jabs. “Fuck—you take me so well.” You squirm, feeling his cock throb and spill into you, making the mess between your legs smear over your thighs. His thrusts stutter to a stop as he sighs deeply and pulls out, a mixture of his cum and your arousal spilling onto the floor. Boba huffs above you, drags a finger through your swollen folds and pushes it back inside of you. “Good girl.”

You shiver—reduced to a useless puddle with no intent from moving off the floor as Boba’s weight moves away. You could sleep here—that’s something completely plausible you think. Nice, warm dirt—

Boba purrs your name—the sound piquing your interest enough that you overcome the heaviness that’s settled in your body and move your head. He’s returned to his throne, cheeks a bit flushed and his chest rising and falling to recover precious air. You watch as Boba peels off his cuirass with practiced ease, and lays it with care onto the floor. He murmurs your name a second time and pats his lap, coaxing you off the floor. 

You happily slither onto his thighs, exhausted and all too eager to be swept up into the warmth of his arms. He grunts as you tuck your head under his chin and cuddle into his chest, relishing the rough scrape of his palms folding over your shoulder and the outside of your thigh. His soft breaths tickle the top of your head paired with the quiet, but steady rhythm of his heart beating beneath your fingertips and ear pressed onto his sternum. Your eyes flutter shut and though a hushed silence falls over the room, there’s nothing to be said. 

Boba tucks his nose into your hair and you smile, the slow speak of your heart unraveling into a lush garden of something new and brittle—like flakes of frost in the early morning sun. He’s more bruise than bleed nowadays—a wound closed then reopened and he promises nothing of a future beyond what you have in these moments. And yet—

You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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[compassionatereminders]

So, feel free to just delete this, obviously this is your blog lol I just feel like I need to spill it to a 3rd party, I hope that's ok- it's really long though so 100% there is no expectation to read or post it LMAO

So, I got into a big argument with my (now ex) gf where I basically said she and her friends, who said they were my friends too, were pretty much leaving me out of group chat convos and talking behind my back (I know this because they brought stuff up that I'd only told her.) And like- I understand I'm not going to be involved in literally every conversation she has! Some things are just between her and her friends, that's fine, I have friends I talk to without her too! But the fact that *nothing* I told her stayed between us made me really insecure and paranoid, so I stopped telling her important stuff, and then she got upset that I wasn't talking to her as much or giving her as much time. When I told her why, she got more upset and kind of dodged the accusation, saying that if I respected her more and gave her more of my time then we would be better off and I would be a better girlfriend.

I left the group chat pretty suddenly because I was overwhelmed and just didn't feel like I could do it anymore; they all expected me to be online 24/7 even when I told them I couldn't be, and because of this, there were a lot of times where my ex would send a picture of herself, get lots of support from the friends, and then they'd turn this silent spotlight onto me to see what I had to say about the selfie. Then, when I didn't respond bc I was busy, they would all get passive aggressive, and my ex would (I hate to use this word but I cant think of another one) mope about it until I apologized or did something to make up for it.

Recently we all made up, i apologized for whag i said because some of it was mean, and I was invited back to thr original GC, but it turns out they had all been talking bad about me behind my back, saying I was a coward for leaving, i was jealous of her talking to other people, and that I needed to support her no matter what, even if it was something I didn't agree with (we'd gotten into minor spat about abortion rights; im pro-choice, shes not, and it made me upset to find out). I dont really know how to feel. On one hand, yeah- they were supporting their friend who had a (fairly messy? Idk, that was my first relationship) breakup and sometimes a little smack talk is warranted, I won't pretend I was perfect. But on the other... they brought up a lot of stuff I did before we broke up that I didn't realize was a problem. How I don't like group calls because of my anxiety and that made me even more of a coward, how I didn't like sending pictures of myself and that was apparently me faking being insecure for attention, how I wouldn't answer things in the GC immediately even though they knew I had work and at the time was my nephew's most reliable babysitter.

My fight or flight activates pretty much every time I even open the app, but I don't want to just up and leave again because then they'd get mad all over. They haven't said anything to my face, so maybe I'm just projecting my insecurities or something, and I knew things wouldn't be the same as they were before, but I feel like my being back in the group has caused some serious tension. 2 of them clearly don't like me but won't say anything about it. 1 of them claims he's always blunt and will call me out if I go too far or smth, but he never has, and he was a big part of talking about me.

I don't know. They make me want to just ghost them and find new friends but 1. I would feel terrible if someone ghosted me and 2. I don't really have many opportunities to meet new people at the moment. I have 1 friend who isn't part of it but he lives an 18 hour drive away.

I know your relationship dynamic changed recently (in a good way, right?) so I really hope this wasn't like, uncomfortable to read or anything. Sorry for the mega rant

These people sound emotionally immature to the point of being toxic. I don't think you'll regret leaving this chat and moving on

[catboybatman]

Ok I’ll bite- what is the babysitting disaster head canon?

Hihihi okay okay

Its an au i came up with remembering my own shitty babysitter and i just went "huh, OllieDinah lore"

So lets start

Ollie had always babysitted Bruce during gala's as he's 8+ years older (B is like 7 in this au)

It started when he was the only one who wanted to listen to Bruce talk about frogs and snakes for hours. He soon got fond of the little weirdo and actually looked forward to gala's

A while later B needs a babysitter and guess who applied and got the "job". Not Ollie. It was the daughter of a certain officer Lance.

Dinah and Bruce also got really close. They shared interest in the supernatural and crime. Ollie was having none of it.

That was his emotional support witch child

(Yes,, im still witch child/ child of morgana batman trash)

So one day, when Ollie knew Dinah had to babysit again, he came as a surpise, for Bruce he said, not bc he's jealous.

What he did not know was that that day was the day Dinah and B had decided to go ghosthunting, in wayne manor.

Not wanting to leave B alone with a "stranger" (he's so fckn jealous) he joined on their little "witch hunt".

Oliver, being skeptic by nature, made fun of all things supernatural, while in Wayne Manor, a huinted manor.

Dinah getting pretty fed up with this rich kid's shit, lashes out and tells him to shut up, rather crudely. She covered Bruce's ears don't worry.

This starts an argument, which starts more arguments, and more and more. B, also getting fed up, activated one of the secret passage ways in the manor, sending the duo in another hallway.

Bruce had already explored most of the manor, he knew what was where and who possessed what. He just wanted to show Dinah some cool ghost stuff in the old library.

So when he hears Ollie and Dinah fight, he thought it was a good idea to put them in one of the passage ways so they can spend some time together and make up, or kill each other, which ever happened first.

He just wants his friends to get along

Anyway, Dinah and Ollie freak out of course, they're lost in a haunted mansion, alone, and little Bruce is nowhere to be found.

Bruce is actually in the servant passage way, right next to them, having the time of his life.

Once a little shit, always a little shit.

As Ollie and Dinah start looking for Bruce and a way out, Bruce pulls some pranks here and there, scaring the living shit out of them.

Dinah and Oliver start talking about other things as a distraction and they find out the other is not too bad.

Oliver may even start to develop a little crush, after all, Dinah is a fucking badass, she's leading them out of whatever the fuck they're in.

Im going to round it up now bc it isnt finished yet and its getting long, but Ollie and Dinah get out with a little help of Bruce, they're convinced everything they saw was real and supernatural, Bruce finds it too funny to tell them it was (mostly) him. Dinah moves to Star, she and Ollie have dont have a lot of contact due to too much happening with the move and school.

Skip a few years later, Justice league gets created, they realize who's who and start dating. They bring up their experience in a conversation about the supernatural with the league, cue Batman laughing his ass off and two "you little shit-" 's.

End scene

[couldibeanymorechaotic]

ghosts 👻: I'll make you a moodboard based off an aesthetic, color, quote, character, or ship!

Based of me if you can please!?

Idk Love 💔: Ships! y'all should know how this works by now, but, give me a couple facts about yourself (or a lot), specify a fandom (or fandoms), and I'll ship u with someone! hp, pjo, and marvel and male please!

I dont remember requesting these. Sooo here are a few facts about me 😙

I am the mom friend 1000% I have everything that is needed. I am really good with kids. Like crazy good, kids like me as a babysitter. I love love loooove Disney so so much!!! ~ Beauty and The Beast, and Mulan are my favorite! I don't like touching a lot of the time. But on occasion I really just want to be held. Like really badly. I am always freezing cold! Literally. Ohh my physical appearance lol. I am 5'8, blonde, mediumish size. I have crazy Hazel eyes that have a gold rim. I wear glasses and contacts (depending on the day) I am pretty quite but I can be loud and crazy when I want to.

I love love love loooove salads, vanilla ice cream, and chores (people say that is boring 🙄) I forget to eat a lot because I get absorbed into what ever activity I am doing. I excell in school because I don't have many friends so I just focus on school work. But I struggle heavily with depression and anxiety lol. Umm my favorite colors are probably yellow, navy blue, pastel pink, black and red. I have only ever had 1 boyfriend and it was just basically being friends who called each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Umm yeah I think that is it!

i ship u with

Cedric Diggory

Nico di Angelo

and

Clint Barton

<3

[thou-can-say-azrail]

someone ships fredachi Wich is Fred from Scooby Doo x Itachi and i desperately need your thoughts/headcanons on it

i-

what

ok

so fred is a little under kisame on the dumb bitch scale (with that i mean that he will run headfirst into the next creepy cemetery without hesitation or regret and then do it again while kisame will only try to fight 2 jinchuuriki at once but with an actual plan and not whatever fred does every episode) and we all know that itachi is unarguably moronsexual so they have that going for them

they would meet on a mission, the akatsuki were hired for assassinating some asshole that kept getting the nations in trouble by showing wind jutsus to people and for some reason the scooby gang is there too like they always are because shit flying is screaming ghost (the shinobi is probably so fucking confused like *insert "why r u running" vine*, he just wanted to sell his jutsu as magic and now ppl are screaming, whats going on with americans??)

here is the thing: they think its a person pretending to be a ghost or something while itachi and kisame know its a shinobi they were also ordered to be subtle cause the country there doesnt know about...yanno ninjas so they cant really say "this is no job for you and we are now gonna kill that guy and his magic powers with our own magic powers" so they kinda just stick around in the way tired babysitters would itachi is talking to fred to find out whats going on with these guys and how they got a ninja dog that can speak and kisame just really vibes with daphne and velma cause i think he would

the scooby gang still thinks they are kinda weird but chose to assume they are like.....some boyband or something, with their matching cloaks and nail polish (and hey you dont judge people for their skin colour and appearance, even if said colour is blue and the person in question looks like he escaped from the set of jaws)(and daphne always talks about these new things she sees on the internet and wow if this guy can rock this emo thing like that fred should really consider looking into it)

in the end they split up like always (u can imagen the conversation "why would we split up???" "oh you know its kinda a tradition from fred" "oh....did it ever work" "no" "oh....and he still just....never changes that plan?" "nope" "ah")(thats the moment itachi begins to like fred `he is so fucking stupid` *affectionate*)

they almost die like 5 times and they have no idea why because they are trained shinobi, how is it possible that the plans of those strange ppl go this wrong without anyone dying for real?? its like it was scripted to be the most entertaining possible huh

itachi and kisame help with the trap at the end and it really works cause they actually know wtf theyre doing but it works in the way they intended it to work and...well, shinobi... so they have a gutted corpse and a oversized white...costume (it looks like a mixture of a really bad pennywise cosplay and a ninja uniform of iwa and is really ugly) (also the shinobi really should have got information about the culture there before dressing up as if he was a ghost with the fashion sense of a waffle iron)

they then tell the scooby gang that it was a real ghost and they took care of him (which was the wrong thing to say because now scooby and shaggy wont come out of the potted plant in the corner and velma is already on the way to get new scooby snacks to lure them out)

but then there is a sound and suddenly there is the wind again and now itachi and kisame are confused because they know they killed the guy then comes the running scene (and where the fuck is this music coming from) but kisame and itachi are just standing there talking about what could possibly gone wrong while the others run around behind them, the scooby gang thinks they have to save them (*insert flashback no jutsu* "they are only here and in danger because of us, we have to save them!" "also fred has to ask the cute guy on a date" "thanks daphne but i couldnt possibly leave you all when we undoubtingly get married" "ah")

at the end they get the "ghost" and its like some capitalist or something (you know the drill) who is coincidently the twin brother of the other guy or whatever (itachi and kisame spend the next 5 min awkwardly shuffling their feet while the others wonder what happened to the twin and pointily do not look at the bush at the corner where they most definitely did not hide his corpse)

they end up getting a little fond of the scooby gang and chose to let them go before murdering all the people in the house and bagging the head of the shinobi to show the client (actually kisame does that, itachi is still wondering about the paper with the numbers fred gave him, is it like a code?? an adresse?? is this a ranking of the job they did??? is it normal for their ranking system to go this high???)