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Ex-Husband Gojo

artist: yunonoai on twt

Synopsis: Gojo as ur ex-husband trying to win you back („• ᴗ •„)

Pairing: Gojo x Fem!Reader Content: no use of y/n nor mentions of readers appearance, THERES PLOT IN THIS ONE!! Mentions of pregnancy and getting back together again, seducing(?), fingering, spanking ONCE, reader gets folded like a chair, multiple orgasms, cream pie, aftercare(?)

(a.n) underlined text is a link incase u need a picture of the position :>

MDNI

You could never hate Gojo, even if you had been divorced for a year- pretending to barely tolerate him when you saw him. 

But you knew in your marrow- you could never hate him. The only man in your life for the past 7 years, father of your child, and provider of anything you could ask for.

The divorce didn’t even affect Gojo- even as he was signing the papers, he still looked at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Give my wife whatever she wants.” he directed his divorce lawyer, earning an exasperated sigh from your lips. 

Everything your own lawyer asked for, he shrugged. 

The house? “Take it.” he scoffed, looking at you with all the love in the world. 

Child support? He didn’t even blink. Satoru offered to give you money every month. As long as you didn’t work and stayed at home to care for his son.

Forget the cars or the cabin in the mountains you would go to in the winter to ski. None of that bothered Satoru. He would give you whatever you requested as long as it made you happy. 

It only made your head pulse- the way the divorce lawyers were looking at you like you were some kind of horrible villain. Divorcing a seemingly loving husband who would give you anything and everything you asked for. 

That was until you asked for sole custody of your child, knowing he barely had time when you were married; how would he find the time as a single father?

“No,” he said sternly, in a deeper tone—now taking this seriously. “50-50, or nothing.” he threatened, a dark aura looming over his figure as you caved. 

You asked for a divorce, not because he never gave you enough— that was never the problem. Gojo loved giving and had more than enough to offer, especially to his wife and child. 

The issue was, two years into marriage, he knocked you up. It wasn’t a problem though. Married, old enough, and stable enough to welcome a child into the world.

Satoru was present a lot more for those 9 months you were growing his child. Ignoring the responsibilities of his demanding job. 

Nine months of pure bliss. Moving into a house, painting your child’s nursery together. Shopping for clothes, going through Satoru’s unbelievably long list of baby names- 90% of which you said ‘no’ to. 

The two years before you were pregnant, you were aware of how demanding Gojo’s job really was. You knew he would be gone more often than he was present. 

And it didn't bother you. If it made Satoru happy and he still returned to you at the end of the day- you didn't mind. 

But during those nine months of growing his child, you thought the rest of your lives together would be the same. You thought he would be present more often than not.

And when you were pushing his big-headed child into the world, it was almost like a switch flipped in Satoru’s mind. As though he looked down to the child that was undeniably his, lily white hair—the same shade as his, and bright blue eyes, just like his father's. Gojo saw the future in the boy he held in his hands. 

Gojo never told you, but that day, he realized he had to work harder, to give you and his son the best lives you could have. 

He distanced himself, making sure to leave as much space between you and his work as he could. This led to you wondering if he just didn’t find you attractive anymore, or if the domestic cookie-cutter life wasn’t enough for him. 

Had he told you the truth- maybe the divorce would have been avoidable. But Satoru saw this divorce settlement as you throwing a fit. 

Deep down, it hurt him. It pained his heart even thinking that you would consider leaving him, but he allowed you to sign those papers. 

It only meant he would have to make you fall in love with him all over again. 

You scoffed at his demand of 50-50 custody, knowing you saw him two nights a week when you were married. Not even being able to fathom how he could handle having your son 50% of the time. 

But Satoru surprised you in that area. Always being on time to pick up his kid from your doorstep, giving you a big hug every time he would see you. Even kissing your forehead when he would leave. 

You didn’t think anything of it- he invested so much of himself in your marriage; it was instinct by now.

But when you’d be at the park with them, watching him hold the little hand of the mini Gojo that looked identical to him. Smiling with a soft warmth, Satoru may have always run out of time- constantly. But it was undeniable that he was a fantastic father. 

When he ran into an acquaintance from work, he still introduced you as his lovely wife. So often that you stopped correcting him, knowing he would only start complaining if you did.

Even if the law saw you as a single mom. Technically, divorced and with a 5-year-old toddler on your hip. 

Satoru still looked at you and saw his wife. Mother of his child, homemaker, and the only person that helped him heal- the person who gave him the privilege of being a father. 

In his eyes, you were still his. Didn’t matter if you were divorced or not; the marriage dynamic was still present between you two.

Of the two of you, Satoru was the one who was least embarrassed about the little slip-ups. Late nights after you put your toddler down to sleep, wine glasses in hand as you recalled memories from married life. 

9 out of 10 times, it always ended with Satoru’s lips crashing into yours, greedily slotting his tongue past your lips as his hands pulled you to straddle his thighs. 

Nights ending with being cuddled up together, undressed and on the bed you didn’t replace when he moved out. And mornings being awakened by the smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. 

Walking down the stairs with puffy eyes, “Your mama always sleep in this late?” you heard Satoru speak from the kitchen, followed by a little laugh your son chimed.

Nodding your head disapprovingly with a smile, watching your child pull Satoru’s ear to his lips, letting out a small ‘tsk’ at what his child whispered into his ear. 

The sight was always heartwarming, knowing things could’ve been like this all the time if things were different.

And every afternoon, when Satoru would practically be forced out of the house- came the talk of “This can’t happen again. It’s confusing for him-” Only for Satoru to kiss your cheek.

“Won’t happen again.” he would smile, knowing that declaration was a mere tool to end conversations like these. Knowing as long as you allowed it- mornings like these would keep happening. 

There was still a lot- almost too much love, between you and Satoru. You knew this couldn’t continue, branching out and thinking of ways to not be so involved. Being all too aware of the fact that, for the past 7 years, your life has only been your husband and your son. 

Ex-Husband. 

That only proved your point- Satoru slowly started embedding the idea of calling him your husband again, that even in your own mind you still referred to him as such.

You knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. To continue entertaining the potential of getting together again. You considered it at first, if he was such a changed man and all he needed was to be reminded of what he lost to change his ways, would it be so bad to get back together?

But the slip-ups and nights shared together in each other's arms were too good to be true. 

You feared that the same thing would happen if you allowed him fully into your life again. He would show you the best parts of him at first, then go back to neglecting his responsibilities to you and his child. 

So when you asked Gojo to babysit for one evening. Instead of asking you why, he asked his 5-year-old son. Who came running up to him, pulling Satoru's hair to whisper another secret into his ear- barely legible and full of amused giggles: “Mommy has a date.” 

Satoru must’ve heard wrong- it almost sounded like his son said you- his wife, had a date with someone other than him. 

He tried getting more information out of his son, playfully asking who, where, and why. But the little man only scoffed, saying that you only said you had a date, and that’s why Dad had to watch him that evening. 

And on the day of, Satoru showed up at your doorstep looking offensively good. Fresh haircut and his hair half dry, a white t-shirt that was entirely too tight, and gray sweats- with nothing under them (slut). And to top it all off, your favorite cologne spritzed onto his chest. 

You opened your front door- you furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief, eyeing the man before you. You hated when he would purposefully show up on your doorstep looking fucking scrumptious. It was too tempting. 

And as he always does- he pulls you into a rib-crushing hug, ensuring you get a face full of his scent. Kissing the top of your head as you loosely wrapped your arms around his waist. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured against your scalp, pulling away from him and scoffing. 

Walking back into the entryway of your house, hearing him step behind you and close the door- “I thought I told you to come at 7.” you muttered, trying to shake off the invading thoughts of the apparent print in his sweats. 

“I wanted to see you before you left.” Satoru mumbled behind you, following you up the stairs of his house and listening to the TV playing your child’s favorite cartoon. 

You only hummed in response to the excuse as to why he was here a whole 2 hours before you were to leave. 

While you were showering, Gojo sat on the couch supervising his son, who was asking any question that popped into the little man’s mind. Questions the child would ask you, but refuse to think you were telling the truth. So he would ask his Dad, and believe him instead.

You found it frustrating that your child believed Satoru more than he believed you- but endearing that he would always run things by his father.

All the while, answering the little questions his toddler asked- Satoru wondered if you still had that bad habit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked while you showered. 

But Satoru knew he had to take a more subtle approach to the delicate situation at hand. 

As he heard the sound of the shower halting- thanking the noisy plumbing the house had. It always let him know you were stepping out of the shower from wherever he was in the house.

He rose from the couch and grabbed his child from the floor. “Let’s go see what mommy’s doing.” Gojo smiled as he hooked his hands beneath his child's arms, hearing happy laughter from the little human in his hands as he ran up the stairs.

Satoru always liked watching you get dressed, even if it was to go see another man. He enjoyed watching the care you put into your appearance. 

He walked into the humid restroom, his eyes catching the half-way-done zipper of your dress. “Zip me,” you murmured, looking into the mirror as you applied your makeup. 

Satoru placed his child on the ground and walked up behind you, his eyes catching the clasp of your lace undergarment. He furrowed his eyebrows, realizing it was one he hadn't seen before. 

He lightly placed his hand on your hip, his face too close to your shoulder, as his fingers slowly worked up the zipper. Gojo’s thumb caressed your clothed hip, giving you a light squeeze before letting go of the zipper. 

Pressing your thighs together slightly and trying to ignore the warmth of his hand. 

So as he sat on the edge of the bathtub, his child bouncing on his lap, watching you with an adoring gaze, enjoying the angle he had of you slightly bent over the sink. “Where’d you say you were going again?” squinting his eyes as you swiped away any misplaced makeup on your cheek. 

“Out.” you scoffed, knowing if you told him the truth he would only start whining at you. 

So he flashed his eyes to his son, “Do you know?” he whispered, watching his son hold back a laugh as you rolled your eyes. 

As much as you disliked being the bad cop in most parenting scenarios, your child always took his side- always told him the truth when he’d ask.

“Mommy has a date.” he giggled, only for you to look to your side and squint your eyes, “Traitor.” you murmured, watching Satoru’s jaw fall in feigned shock. 

“A date?” he pursed his lips, looking at you sadly. “You asked me to watch my child to go on a date?” his tone was full of sarcasm, watching you nod your head ‘no’ as you looked back into the mirror. 

“It’s just dinner-” you muttered, trying to avoid his harsh gaze on your profile. “Besides, I’m sure you have your fair share of them.” 

Satoru gasped your name, placing his hands on either side of his child’s head and covering his ears.

“You accuse me of cheating in front of our child? I only have room for one woman in my heart.” he scoffed, placing a hand onto his chest- almost as though he found offense in knowing you could- but he never would.

“It’s not cheating, we aren’t married anymore.” 

He pulled his hands from his child’s ears, eye twitching at your declaration. “Who is he?” he asked, tone more severe as his child played with his hands. You sighed, “I have a right to know-” he started- earning for you to look at him with an irritated expression. 

“Just a parent from his school.”

Satoru squinted his eyes. He knew he couldn’t ask you to homeschool his child- ‘socialization’ and all that. But now, Satoru had to worry about you being pawed at while dropping off his son at kindergarten. 

In some attempts to not show he was starting to get pissed off, “If you were into single dads- you have one right here~” Gojo grinned, watching the grimace on your face churn from his attempt at flirting. 

“That’s not it, but thank you for that.” you scoffed, curling your eyelashes and feeling his eyes pierce your skin. 

“So what is it?” he hummed, wanting to know what this man had that he didn’t. 

With a sigh you rolled your eyes, hearing your child slide off his lap and patter out of the bathroom. “I don't wanna talk about this anymore.” you muttered, sensing Satoru rise from the tub's edge and shift behind you, placing his hands around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“I wanna know who you’re replacin’ me with,” he whined in your ear, causing you to scoff and look down to the sink. 

You were used to Satoru clinging to you- showing his affection to you even if you weren’t together anymore. 

Satoru pressed his hips onto your slightly bent bottom, his lips barely grazing your ear, “If this is about your needs- I’m here for that too, y’know.” he whispered into your ear. Making sure you could feel his print against your bottom as he pressed himself closer to you. 

Your breathing increased slightly, parting your lips as his hands around your waist squeezed you tighter. “You don’t have to look for anyone else-” he whispered, lips pressing onto the shell of your ear as you closed your eyes. 

“I’m here whenever you need me,”

Mentally battling the temptation with every whisper into your ear, his breathing grazing your skin, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface. 

Satoru was about to murmur another temptation into your ear. Until your child's crying voice echoed through the bathroom walls. Rushing out of the bathroom and finding your son on the ground of your bedroom- Tiny droplets of blood oozed from his little knee, with fat tears leaving his blue eyes. 

Satoru wasted no time scooping up the crying child from the ground, hushing him with small assurances that it was okay. 

Though it was only a scrape- it was enough for Satoru to convince you to call up this, ‘Fellow parent from school’ and tell him you had to cancel. Setting no reschedule day as Gojo purposefully called out to you- “Honey, where are the band-aid’s?~” 

And with that, Satoru got what he wanted. Your date was canceled, and the man backed off. 

After too many treats and much-needed coddling from his father, your son dozed off in Gojo’s arms as he walked up the stairs, exhausted from the sobbing. Placing him onto the little race car bed he built- recalling the day Satoru helped you paint the bedroom. 

You settled onto the living room couches and thanked him for being here. “M’sorry if you had any plans.” You sighed, looking at the well-favored man before you. 

Gojo scoffed, “No plans are more important than you.” with a slight smile on his lips. 

“And your son.” you clarified with a warm grin.

Satoru looked down at your hands. “And my son.” He repeated your words, reaching for your hands and holding them in his. Scooching the tiniest bit closer to you, “Thank you,” he muttered, caressing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. 

“For what?” looking at him adoringly. 

Gojo blinked his eyes as he engulfed the sight of your expression. Looking back at him with the same look you had when you were still married. “For bein’ a good mom,” he whispered, slowly inching closer to you. 

“-nd a good wife,” he whispered, watching your eyebrows furrow at the proclamation, cheeks tingling from hearing him call you that. Parting his lips as you leaned in closer to him. 

The corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly, “Why did we ever get divorced, hmm?” he whispered, darting his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. Trying to recall the last time he tasted you- finding it offensive that he couldn’t even remember. 

You gulped slightly, watching his eyes go half-lidded as he leaned closer to you. You blinked your eyes closed- feeling the last of your reservations dissolve in your mind as you pressed your lips against his. 

Satoru’s eyes half-lidded as he watched your eyebrows pinch up- letting go of your hands as he traced his fingertips up your arms. Lightly swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, parting your mouth to grant him entry. 

Your hands making their way to his torso- feeling the thin fabric of his shirt beneath your fingers. Sighing as his tongue pressed against yours, his hands trailing to your back. 

Pulling you closer to him as his fingers reached the zipper of your dress. Soft hums of appeasement rumbling onto his tongue. Tugging down the zipper slowly as your hands found the bottom of his shirt, tracing your hands beneath the fabric.

Your fingers grasping against his carved torso desperately, your thumb lightly caressing his happy trail. His hands slipped past the opening of your dress- sprawling against your back. 

You pulled away- looking into his eyes. His cheeks flushed and lips puffy. “We can’t-” you breathed, hoping he would have the strength to put a halt to this. You swallowed- mouthing another ‘we can't.’ before pressing your lips onto his again. 

Letting a soft moan slip your lips as he pulled the top of your dress down- feeling the light grazes of his fingers against your skin. Placing his hand on your side, sliding up your torso and cupping the underside of your laced breast. 

Feeling a twinge of anger once he felt it was a bralette- only a thin layer of lace separating his hand from your soft skin. Even more when he remembered why you would be wearing this. 

Tracing his thumb over the little peak beneath the lace, giving it a soft swipe. Earning a light hum to leave your lips onto his. 

And to check- just to be sure he wasn’t getting mad over nothing; Satoru pulled his lips from yours. Placing damp kisses onto your cheek. Peppering them down your neck, soft sighs and moans leaving your lips were heard as hymns to Satoru’s ears.

Making sure to pay extra attention to your collarbone, taking a few seconds to suck harshly on the skin. Even if you didn’t wear your wedding ring anymore- this was his way of showing any other men that you were claimed- that you were his. 

His hands shifted your hips to sit correctly on the couch, slumped with your dress bunched on your thighs. Satoru trailed wet kisses to the swell of your breast, lightly pressing his tongue onto your laced nipple and swirling against the fabric, coaxing a light moan to fall from your lips. 

Though your eyes were closed, Satoru's grip on your waist told you that he was furious. Had you opened them, you would have seen his jealous eyes looking back at you. 

Satoru hoped he was wrong- hoped you wouldn’t do this to him. All but praying he wouldn’t have to do what he had to if he was right. 

His hands hooked onto the bunched-up fabric of your dress, shifting it down your thighs and pulling it from your body entirely before he pulled his lips from your tummy. 

Looking down at the matching lace panties- soaked as they were, he had never seen them. Gojo’s eye twitched as he looked back up to you, unwilling to come to the fact that you bought- and wore this for another man. 

Satoru liked thinking he was a patient person, calm and collected when he had to be. But the way he rose himself from the ground, manhandling you to flip over and bend your knees on the couch, made him realize he held no more patience for you nor your attempts to make him jealous.

Your hands held onto the back of the couch firmly, keeping yourself up as Satoru’s hands landed on your hips. Groping the malleable skin as you whimpered, pressing your bottom back to the growing erection in his sweats. 

“You wore this for him?” he mumbled behind you, slipping his thumb beneath the thin band of lace. Exhaling, feeling yourself soak your panties even further. 

You bit your lip, looking down at your hands in shame- knowing whatever you said now would only make him more bitter. 

Murmuring something- quiet enough for Satoru not to comprehend. He huffed a smile, “What was that?” he teased, pressing his bulge against your bent bottom, pushing you further against the wall. 

“Tell the truth.” 

You looked back slightly, peering at the crazed man behind you. Biting your lip and facing the wall, “I did.” 

As a reward for your honesty, Satoru gave you a firm spank against your bottom. Causing you to jolt forward with a soft whimper. 

“You’re that needy?” Gojo teased, caressing the warm skin of your bottom, soothing the sting. “That you have to cheat on me?” you exhaled- not wanting to admit how attractive it was that he was scolding you for something he shouldn’t be. 

Taking his hands from your hips and hooking them onto the sides of your panties, slipping them down your hips to be greeted with your soaked cunt. Glistening with the taste he craved from the minute he moved out. 

But even if his mouth watered looking down to your core, he couldn’t bring himself to kneel before you- knowing if he let things go your way, this little farce of divorce would stay in your mind.

No, he had to teach you a lesson, even if he had to pound it into your foolish brain that you were his. 

So as the tips of his fingers grazed your soaked lips- avoiding the bundle of nerves that he was sure was throbbing from how wet you were. 

Circling the tips of his ring and middle finger on your entrance as you let out breathless whines. “I just missed you,” whimpering as you reached a hand back to the one that held your hip in place. 

The words enticed Gojo to dip the very tips of his fingers into your cunt- “Didn’t wanna tell you.” you moaned, admitting the truth he had been wanting to hear for far too long. 

Closing your eyes as he slowly inched his fingers into you. Satoru smiled, feeling your walls welcome him in, too tight to have been recently fucked. So he knew you must be telling the truth. 

Grasping onto his hand, the tips of his fingers prodding into the spot he quickly found every time. 

Your hand that held you up trembling as he lightly curled his fingers. Letting out breathy moans, earning Satoru to smile to himself, “Who knows how to please you like me, hm?” he let out the thoughts from his lips without permission. 

You whined as he pumped his fingers into you with a slow ease. Whimpering softly as he watched with dim eyes. “Who else but me?” he pressed, feeling your grip against his hand tighten. 

“Need you inside ‘toru-” you whined, the hand holding you up gripping the edge of the couch violently. 

Gojo remembered the last time you called him that- biting his lip from the nickname you used to call him when you were still married. And you must’ve known how his mind reels whenever you called him that- or else why would you say it in that tone? 

All but begging for his cock with every light spasm your cunt did around his fingers. 

Satoru was pleased with how pliant you were in his hands, satisfied enough to pull his fingers from your cunt. Quickly removing his shirt before placing his messied hand over his sweats, softly palming himself as he looked at your core- 

Gojo was so sure at that moment- that there was no god- the closest thing to it was what lied between your legs. Pulsing- begging for him to bully his pained cock into it. 

He pulled his hand from his bulge, shoving down the loose band of his sweats and freeing his cock. And as you suspected- no briefs. 

Placing a hand onto his base and lightly tapping his leaky tip onto your ass, causing you to whine. 

Gojo started thinking about how he wanted you- now that you were compliant and needy before him. 

He backed away in the slightest. Kicking off his sweats before moving you to lie back onto the couch. Settling his hips between your thighs. Soaking up the desperate expression you wore as small whimpers left your lips. 

The tip of his cock sliding up and down your cunt- refusing to give you what you ached for. 

His forearms held his torso up as your hands latched behind his neck- legs spread and waiting for him to plunge himself into you. Only Satoru looked into your bleary eyes with a smile, “You wan’me inside?” he huffed- watching your bottom lip quiver, lowering himself close enough for your lips to brush against his.

“Tell me 'nd I will.” he grinned against you- watching your eyes close, trying not to cave to his demands. Biting your lip as he pressed his tip against your entrance- teasing you in the slightest. 

You breathed a light whimper, blinking your eyes open and staring into his power-crazed ones. “Please-” you whined, “Put it inside ‘toru.” the tone you took only made Gojo’s ego boost- smiling with parted lips as he slowly pressed past your entrance. 

A light whimper rumbled from his flushed lips as your hands pulled his neck closer, pressing your lips onto his. Breathing in every whimper, he exhaled onto your tongue as he eased himself into you. 

Being able to feel that you hadn’t fucked anyone recently- That you were faithful to him. And this was all just an attempt to rile him up, which only made him even more eager to burrow himself into you further, ‘You’ve been good. That’s what you deserve,’ he thought as his tongue danced with yours. 

The light sting from the stretch makes you huff out a pained whimper- inching himself deeper till his hips were flush to your thighs. His tip easily found the sweet spot he seemingly had exact coordinates to. 

Satoru placed his hands on your hips, slowly raising himself with your legs locked on his waist. Holding onto your back as you lightly ground your hips flush against his. 

A lazy, sloppy version of a lotus position, pulling away from his lips as you trailed a hand to his hair. Looking into his hazy eyes as his hand assisted your hips. 

Small moans leaving your throat as your lips brushed against his. Not even attempting to kiss him, knowing you wouldn’t be able to keep a pattern from how deep he was hitting inside of you. 

A light sheen of sweat coating your forehead as Gojo relished the look in your eyes- just fucked out enough to let the mask slip. Looking at him with love-filled eyes, your bottom lip quivering as your head threatened to tip back. 

Your nose scrunched lightly, neck curving back with a low groan. Not wanting to leave space between you- Satoru placed his lips onto your exposed neck, humming muffled whimpers against your skin as your bottom lip trembled. 

Words forming on the tip of your tongue as you ground your cunt against him. The position so full of intimacy, it made you forget you were doing this with your ex-husband. 

Puffing out a light breath, smile forming at the corner of your lips- sinking into the mouthwatering pleasure you incited with every small thrust. 

“Fuck, I love you.” you moaned mindlessly. But the words rang through Satoru’s ears like church bells, words he hadn’t heard in far too long- even in the past slip-ups. You always held your tongue, making sure to not plant that seed in his mind. 

Gojo almost came when he heard your proclamation, inching you back with his lips attached to your neck. Easing your back onto the arm of the couch, planting a foot onto the ground as your hands kept a tight grip on his neck. Satoru dragged his hips from yours with a loud schlop coming from between your legs. 

Pulling his lips from your neck, he looked at your expression—pinched eyebrows and eyes shut tight- showing him you were close. So close, he could hear it in your sighs of content. 

Satoru leaned down to your ear, huffing a warm breath against your cartilage. Shoving his cock back into you- bottoming out too quickly, earning a whine from your lips. Wasting no time before repeating the movement. Setting a speedy pace with a low whimper.

Sliding your hands up his forearms, landing on his biceps as he quickened the pace- riding himself up an orgasm. 

“Lemme make you a mama again-” he huffed into your ear, his tip nudging your sensitive spot with every thrust- you moaned his name in response, so close your brain would have short-circuited had you tried answering. 

Satoru grunted with a smile, thinking of the words he was about to say. “Marry-” he groaned, feeling your cunt suck him in with every pull he did, “me again.” he whimpered, his thrusts pushing you up further.

Taking a long lick at your ear- urging you to answer him. Pulling away from your neck, placing his hand on your jaw lightly. “Huh?” Satoru grinned.  “Marry me again baby.” Watching your eyes crack open- bearing your teeth softly as you felt the warmth in your tummy over fill. 

Pressing his parted lips to yours sloppily- pulling away, and watching your eyes threaten to roll back. You started nodding your head ‘yes’ in his hand frantically- your walls flexing around his speedy cock as he felt you come undone. 

Your nodding agreement was all Satoru needed to lose the rhythm of his thrusts. Sloppily pushing into your clenching cunt, his whining muffled by his bottom lip being tucked between his teeth. 

Your lips started babbling soundless pleads- ‘please, please,’ and to Satoru’s ears- you were begging for him to fill you. Fill you till he didn’t have anymore to give. 

And as a loving and obedient husband- that’s what he did. 

With one loud grunt- he spilled himself into you- his thrusts slowing, not as long strides, but he made sure to push his seed deeper into you. Keeping that declaration of making you a mom again. 

A low whine left your lips, feeling his warm spend coat your walls with every twitch his cock made inside of you. 

So full, you were sure his proclamation would come true. And he came a lot- as though he was saving it up just for you. 

Heavily breathing as he slowed his thrusts, pressing his forehead to your temple. Trying to catch his breath as he came down, feeling your heartbeat against his own chest- racing and pounding against his sternum. 

Soft kisses planted on your face, your hands easing their grip on his sides. Satoru's hands slid down to your hips, raising himself to his knees and looking down to where you were still connected. 

A low gulp bobbing in his throat, knowing he would have to pull out eventually; And dreading it. Thinking of a million ways to keep you filled and plugged with his future offspring. 

And as you finally could steady your breathing, Gojo yanked you down from the arm of the couch. Back landing flush against the cushions with a soft grunt. Looking at him, all but asking what he was doing. 

Till Satoru pulled himself out of you, hoisting your hips up from the couch with two strong hands. “Sator-” you tried saying, only for his arms to hug the crease of your thighs, bending you in half with your legs flailing in the air. 

All the pressure was placed onto your shoulders as Satoru latched his mouth onto your messied clit. Keeping his eyes parted and watching your expression churn. Placing a hand onto his forearm- bracing as he greedily lapped at your neglected clit. 

Mentally- this was to give his seed a better chance of taking. Hips in the air- all of the cum he had just pumped into you had nowhere else to go but deeper inside of you. And to also get a taste of you- even if remnants of his cum mixed with it. Satoru didn’t care, as long as he got to taste you. 

Huffing out all the air you could, puffs laced with moans. Your hands gripping harshly onto Gojo's forearm, leaving minor crescent-shaped marks on his skin from your nails. 

Basically folded in half, your hips started writhing in his grasp- overstimulation creeping up your spine from his vigorous tongue. 

Spasming in his hands- trying to warm you were close, but it only came out as more ragged whimpers. Clenching your teeth with your eyes shut tight- unable to see the starved expression looking at you as Gojo unraveled you. 

And once Gojo felt your clit tremble between his lips- he knew it was too soon to let you back down; he needed to keep your hips aimed up as long as he could. 

Satoru watched your bottom lip tremble as he continued the movement with his tongue. Your hips trying to shimmy from his grasp- but he held you up with two strong arms that had a mission. 

Abusing your overwhelmed clit as your eyes screwed together tighter- white spots infiltrating your closed vision with desperate moans. The top of your head bumped into the arm of the couch as he pushed you into a firmer bend. 

Your entrance squelched against his chin as he pulled another orgasm from you- more ragged whimpers littered with his name falling from your lips. 

You huffed- feeling his mouth go unbothered from the third orgasm he had given you. “Please ‘toru-” you whimpered, cracking your eyes open and looking at the crazed man holding your hips. Satoru pulled his lips from your cunt- looking at you with a smile. 

Half his face soiled with your arousal and a glimmer of his seed on his chin. “Just one more-” he egged on, looking at you with dazed eyes. “Jus’onemor-” he cut himself off by placing his lips back onto your clit. 

You only sighed a whimper, allowing him to get his fill. 

Satoru lapped at your puffy clit, his eyebrows pinching together as his cock sent signals to his mind- the same signals that he was close to an orgasm. Untouched and so close just from pleasing you- from hearing your pretty sounds. 

Gojo started to whimper lightly- whimpers that vibrated against your cunt and caused your moans to slur into higher-pitched puffs of air- trying to pull through another orgasm. Taking your lip between your teeth with harshly pinched eyebrows, puffing through your nose with muffled whines. 

He closed his eyes- feeling the knot formed in his tummy snap as your knuckles turned a lighter shade, just from how hard you clawed at his forearm. Feeling a warm spurt onto your bent spine as you tried to focus on cumming. 

It took very little time for Satoru to gift you a fourth orgasm, a small tear falling from your closed eye as you aimlessly shifted in his grasp. 

Satoru sloppily licked at your cunt- cleaning up the mess on your clit with a softer tongue, parting his eyes and looking at your expression. Slowly easing his grasp on your hips as he unfolded you, placing one last kiss onto your cunt, earning a spasm from your hips. 

He eased your hips back down onto the couch, watching your fucked out expression breathe in as much air as you could- trying to catch your breath. 

Uncaring if the mess he spurt onto your back messied the couch- you always complained about how ugly it was anyway. 

He lazily laid himself atop you- placing the side of his face on your collarbone as your hands rested on his shoulders, rubbing small circles on his skin. Grunting softly from how easily he laid his entire body weight on yours. 

You parted your eyes, trying to blink away the post-orgasm haze. Even if you had showered a few hours ago- Satoru’s bath offer sounded like heaven. 

It seemed to take no longer than a few slow blinks. Easing into the clawfoot bathtub Satoru chose specifically for times like these when he bought the house. 

Sighing softly as his arms held you close, his palm gently sprawled against your lower belly and your back pressed to his chest. Avoiding the conversation that needed to be spoken about.

Knowing it would never be spoken if you shoved it off, jettisoned aside to be talked about later. 

“Satoru?” you hummed, placing the back of your head onto his chest. 

He sighed, closing his eyes and nodding his head 'no'. “I don’t wanna talk about that right now.” he huffed, feeling your hand clasp his beneath the water. Interlocking your fingers with his and closing your eyes. 

“If we don’t talk about it now, we never will.” 

Satoru smiled. “Then let’s never talk about it~” he scoffed. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to make sense of the meaningless words he babbled into your ear earlier. “You really wanna marry me again?” you asked- unsure if they were just words he mindlessly spouted at the moment- or if they had any meaning. 

He scoffed, “What kind of question is that?” 

Inhaling as though you were about to speak- “Course I wanna marry you again,” he hummed. Rubbing your belly softly, “nd make you a mom again.” 

Pulling his hand from your tummy with a scoff, causing small ripples in the water. “Be serious.”

“You have no idea how serious I’m being right now.”

Your lips pulled to the side, mulling over his proclamation. 

“You still love me?” he asked, looking down at the side of your face. 

Turning your neck slightly, you peered your eyes up at him with sincerity filling them. Furrowing your eyebrows, you tried not to admit it, but-  “Of course I still love you, ‘toru.” You mumbled. Heartfelt words that rang true in your heart. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”

“Then marry me.” he whirred, watching your hand pull his left one up from the water. Your eyes admiring the wedding band he hadn’t taken off. 

You stayed silent, holding his ringed hand in yours. Satoru would be lying if he said seeing your ring finger empty didn't hurt. 

Your silence gave Gojo his answer, “Why not?” he whispered, hearing a ragged sigh from your lips. “I still love you- you. You still love me-”

“M’scared.” you mumbled. Feeling your shoulders tense against his chest with a small ripple in the water. 

Satoru let out a half-laugh from his chest. “Of what? I’ve been good, haven’t I?” he grinned, his playful tone invading your ears. 

“You were good when I was pregnant too.” you quipped, dropping his hand into the water and recalling the days he started slipping through your grasp. 

You sniffled lightly, “nd look what happened.”

Satoru bit his tongue. Knowing if he started defending his baseless actions, this would end up being a fight. 

“I spent so long wondering if it was me- if I was the problem.” you scoffed. “I don’t want to let you back in just for the same thing to happen.” 

Satoru pulled you closer with a sigh, “It won’t happen again.” he whispered into your ear, “I promise.” 

You huffed air from your nose, making Satoru think you didn’t believe him. “I’ll even write it into my vows this time.”

A small laugh left your lips, “You won’t miss single life too much?” you played, feeling his head rest against yours. 

“Not once have I felt single since you signed those papers.” he grinned. 

You pondered his offer, pretending to actually consider the option before you. 

Satoru softly kissed your ear, “C’mon- I’ll be such a good husband~” he whispered. 

It wasn’t as though you ever really felt single either- That one year spent apart was still full of love and a marital dynamic. 

The rest of the night was spent in the same bed Satoru built after you moved into the house, cuddled up just the way you had longed for since he moved out. 

The following day, Satoru couldn’t wait for his son to fully wake up- he walked into the hazy child's bedroom and asked if he wanted a little brother or sister. 

All smiles and beaming eyes in the kitchen- telling his son that his plan worked. He made you fall in love with him, and he was finally your husband again.

And as you watched your husband and your son giggle with each other in the kitchen, you smiled. Warm cheeks from the thought that Satoru actually thought you stopped loving him at some point.

But then again, you never really fell out of love, did you?

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DHMIS Easter Eggs and Background Details

A huge list of a bunch of background details, foreshadowing, and Easter Eggs I noticed on my second watch-through. Note that I’m only including things that are fairly obscure, rather than “obvious” items others have already pointed out (so I’m not including the symbol sightings, for example). Feel free to add on with anything I missed.

Episode 1

In the theme song, Red Guy is “you”, which makes sense as he’s usually the audience surrogate character

Among the briefcase’s papers is a sticky note with 1906 on it

Right as the briefcase leaves, the last line is “you can be the ones who dig a hole for a funeral” as foreshadowing to the next episode

Everyone’s name tag in the factory has their name except for Yellow’s, which just says “employee”

When Bird is talking to Red in the office, he says that they’ve only been there for “9 minutes”. This is at the 14 minute mark and they got to Peterson’s at 5 minutes in, so they have indeed been there 9 minutes

According to the Carehound poster, Peterson’s is closed Mon–Sat and is open for exactly 4 minutes at 10 PM on Sun

Red Guy framed and hung the fax the fax machine gave him on the wall

Before the song starts the briefcase is rushing off to his job, but when the song ends he tells Brendon it’s time for his bath (as in, they’re going home). Meaning that teaching/torturing the puppets was the job he was rushing off to

Episode 2

The orange with eyes that was in the very first DHMIS short is in the BG when Red checks his ID card

The gel teacher appears as an inanimate object while Duck’s in the bathroom during the Big Day song

The tissue box says “sad squares” on it

Yellow’s red overalls from the ending of the DHMIS 6 short appear on his bed

The make your new friend box claims the new friend is not, in fact, toilet trained

The cassette that Duck plays is the same song from the end credits

Stain mentions “some people think we’re in a simulation” during their song, which references both the end of the OG series and episode 6 of this show

The shovel at the end of this episode cameos at the end of the original DHMIS 6 short as a teacher

There are a bunch of maggots by real!Bird’s feet at the end before they start the song

Episode 3

The Chuddle Dollops are “warm lasagna flavor”

Lillie and Todney switch their shirts from brown to black and white stripes while at their house for some reason

The picture Todney holds up appears to show Yellow holding a very Dead Duck by the leg

When Todney and Lillie are measuring their heights, the names on the wall are “grandma”, “Todney” and “Lily” (spelled with a Y)

When they measure Yellow’s height, they also measure his feet. They’re getting his measurements so they know what size to make the outfit they stick him in later

Duck has the toasted bread slice child from earlier on the table when Red drops in

Episode 4

That triangle thing from the original series shows up on the bookshelf early on

The apple teacher from the last episode also shows up on the shelf, surprisingly not eaten

The pamphlets Warren holds up for the restaurant-style meal include one for Grolton’s Chiken

The trio’s digital style avatars from DHMIS 4 show up in the BG when they go online as well as the “nothing” sign from 2 and the clown painting from 1

There’s a phone in every ep so far, probably as a reference to the role phones played in the OG series. A phone ringing is what leads Red into the office in 1, Red says you have to schedule to use the phone in 2, Lily and Todney cut the landline in 3, and there’s a phone in Yellow’s brain that Warren uses to order food

The search results on Colin include “long faced individuals in YOUR area - looking to chat!” and “long faced man VS horse - the ultimate long face showdown!”

Episode 5

The recipe note on the fridge says “rat shin”, “pie”, and “egg soup”

The photo in the kitchen background changes to a different photo each ep

Bird’s clipboard includes “one Jason” at the bottom

Bird individually counting tiles instead of counting it as one floor is valid considering the floor extends infinitely during the blackout in 6

If I’m not mistaken Red walking into another room is the first time that’s ever happened in either the show or the shorts. Usually it just cuts to them already in a different room

There’s another phone on the wall in the living room

The train teacher’s eyebrows fall off in bike form and remain gone while in car form

Mullhoven’s name is on a signpost (and the teacher) during a song transition, and the poster under it says that this is a “neighborhood watch area” with a picture of a woman (maybe meant to be Lelsey? though it doesn’t look much like her)

Roy’s face is on a pirate flag

1906 reference on the second bus, which reads “terminal 196″ in all of the destination windows

The car has a worm button in it

Bird says “we’ve already seen a dead horse”, even though they haven’t

Mini-Tony on the dashboard

Time Child’s digital clock reads 19:06

Mulhoven is spelled differently every time it shows up

Some of the Mulhoven signs include “Nice Hair”, “Nice Road”, and “It’s shoes”

Another sign says “Quiz Night Fun: Every Morning (It’s fun!)”

People have pointed out the Roy cameo in the neighbors shot, but Duck is also a few windows down

One character is dressed like Lily (blonde girl with striped shirt and a red letter), though the letter appears to be “I” instead of “L”

Episode 6

The bill is from Roy-Electric and it’s for 19.06 pounds

Electracey’s last two numbers on her neck are 96

Final phone is the fake phone with a real phone in it. Duck also has a phone during the blackout

Drawing with the dead Duck from Episode 5 of the OG series pops up in the BG during the shredder scene

Crossword includes “Roy”, “gravel” (a nod to DHMIS 3), and “aspic” (DHMIS 5)

When Electracey is malfunctioning the sunlight outside flickers with the indoor lights, hinting at the dollhouse thing

One of the chalkboard drawings says “aspic” and another says “Roy”

Clayhill is also on the chalkboard but scribbled out

The electric clock in the house reads “20:06″ (as in June 20th)

The urn that Red smashes has Duck’s face on it, meaning it’s once again another dead Duck

Sketchbook is lying dead beside the other teachers in front of the fridge

The fridge from the opening also shows up, with the same character pictures (and Duck with a powerdrill, the one used for Stain in episode 2)

There’s a decapitated Duck with a TV where the head should be, which lines up with Yellow breaking the doll in the next scene

The symbols on the book are as follows: Red’s eyes, decapitated Duck and Yellow heads (Yellow’s showing him with wires instead of blood), Roy coin from Ep 1 with a worm, battery with a worm, shovel, Tony, and Yellow’s severed hand from Ep 1

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James Potter x reader day four of the christmas advent calendar words; 802 warnings; fire i actually love this one SO MUCH!

“You did not just say that.” James said, his face serious as we looked between our friends.

Sirius nodded, clapping a hand on my boyfriend's back, “It’s your guys’ turn to make Christmas dinner for the group. We’ve had to every other time.”

“Have you tasted our cooking?” I deadpanned and Remus shook his head.

“No, because you burn it every time so I’d rather not eat it.” He said with a smile and I pointed at him.

“See, he’s correct. We burn it every time.”

Lily smiled, “Not this time, you won’t.”

I nodded, “Yes we will.”

“I guess we’ll see.” Peter finalized and I sighed. 

I sighed as I put my hands on my hips, already tired of cooking. Truthfully, all we had done was put the turkey in the oven, but looking over everything set out on the table I could already tell it was going to be exhausting.

“I don’t wanna do this.” I complained as James put on Christmas music softly.

“We’ll be fine.” He assured me and I shook my head.

“Okay, first things first we should make mashed potatoes. Can you peel the potatoes?” I asked and he nodded, raising his wand. In an instant the potatoes were perfectly peeled, even chopped into chunks. I raised an eyebrow, “Didn’t Lily tell us not to use magic?”

He shrugged with a smile, “She’ll never know.”

I laughed as I filled a pot with water and put it on the awaiting stove before gently throwing the potato chunks in it. I sprinkled in some salt and turned the stove on to five. I didn’t know if that was the right temperature but it’s what I decided.

“Okay.” I said, looking down at the recipe book. “Easy enough, I guess. Pumpkin pie, now?”

“How did this happen?” I asked in shock as James sat on the floor, covered in flour and rubbing his head. 

“Because you can’t cook.” He said, trying to stand up but slipping again. I scowled, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at him.

“You can’t with-” I sniffed the air curiously. “What is that?” I asked, burning filling my nose.

James’ eyes widened as he pointed to the oven behind me. “Uh, Y/n?”

I turned around and yelped as a fire raged inside the oven, “The turkey!” I exclaimed, grabbing an oven mitt and throwing open the door. The fire alarm started blaring as I grabbed the fire turkey and cursed James for getting a muggle house. My eyes watered from the smoke as I ran to the front door and threw the fireball into the snow, successfully putting it out. I sighed in relief, slumping against the doorframe.

I became alert again as James shrieked from the kitchen, crying out in pain. I ran back inside the kitchen to see the potatoes boiling over and the roll of paper towels bursting in flames. 

“What the fuck.” I groaned as I rushed to the potatoes and turned the stove off, yelling out in pain as I stepped in a boiling puddle and leaned against the counter for support. Pain burst up my hand and I looked down frantically to see the cookbook… in flames. 

Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me from the kitchen as James muttered a spell and put all the fires out. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, laughing loudly. He laughed with me, hugging back just as tight and swaying us side to side. A knock on the open door brought us out of our trance as our neighbor peered in with a concerned look. 

“Are two alright?” The older woman asked and I laughed gently.

“Oh, we’ll be fine. Just almost set our house on fire.” I told her and she smiled, her eyes sparkling as she looked at us.

“We scorched Christmas dinner, and our friends will livid about it.” James said with a grin.

The lady laughed, “Oh, you two. How about you and your friends have Christmas dinner with me? The kids couldn’t make it this Christmas, so I’m all alone. I’d love to cook for you.” I looked at James, silently asking what he thought, and he nodded.

I turned back to the lady, “That would be lovely.”

“I wish I was there to see it, but I have to say, this food is much better than yours ever would be.” Sirius said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

“For once, I have to agree with you, Pads.” James nodded, his face full of food.

The lady slapped his arm, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.” The table laughed as James was scolded. 

The window froze over as the fire crackled softly and Christmas music played gently as everyone slept in the living room. Content and full.

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Murder In The Palace Theater

Summery: After the war, Tom tries finding work somewhere and ends up finding work at a detective firm.

A/N: This is very random and I’m sorry, first true time writing Tom

Warnings: Mentions of war and death, Tom kinda struggling with smoking.

…

1945

It was a simple day for Tom, cigarette in his mouth and reading a newspaper; he felt like his father in this position, turning the paper and scanning the words on it. While the sounds of his niece talking to her toy was filling his ears, The newspaper talked of the things going on and advertisements for jobs, though some looked increasingly boring than the last.

The noise of his niece, Lily. Playing with her stuffed toy and talking to it came to a stop as she then got up and walked to where Tom sat, putting her stuffed rabbit on the floor and making her way to the chair he sat in.

“What’re you reading?” Tom looked at Lily then at the paper in hand, stubbing out his cigarette in his ash tray.  He didn’t see her face scrunch in slight disgust as he put the cigarette out.

“Newspaper, lookin for jobs.” 

He knew that it was bad to smoke around children, his own niece for that matter. But he couldn’t bring himself to truly stop, it helped with a lot of things; his nightmares of the war, the lurking feeling that something’s gonna go to shit, Lois sometimes would even take his cigarettes away to encourage him to stop.

His thoughts were cut short as he felt the feeling of Lily’s chin on his shoulder. She was on tiptoes to look over the newspaper, where it showed very few job advertisements. Some advertised working at a bakery, some at a small mechanic shop.

“They all look dull.” Lilly complained as she looked at the bakery advertisement which showed a woman holding a pie and smiling, Tom looked at the image in the paper then back at his niece.

“You think I’d be dull at baking?” Lilly nodded and pointed at the bakery advertisement.

“You’d be rotten at it, mum said that you’re terrible at making a cuppa.” He had to suppress a laugh, of course his sister would tell her daughter how bad of a cook he was; when he and Lois were young and tried making food for themselves or for their parents, Tom would always end up burning the food or his hand. He had gotten slightly better at making food for the day but not as good as Lois or his mum were.

“Fair enough.” He scanned the paper and noticed an ad for an assistant a private detective firm, at that moment he heard the door open and Lily removing her chin from his shoulder and running to the door. 

Tom put down the paper and offered a smile to his sister, Lois looked slightly tired with light purple bags under her eyes. Kissing her daughter’s forehead as she then walked towards Tom and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, moving away to look at him. He offered a small smile to his sister.

“Long day?” She only nodded and lightly shook her head to shake off the tiredness, Lois noticed the newspaper on his lap and raised a brow at him.

“Found anything yet that’s suits you?”  Tom glanced at his sister who took the toy from the ground and gave it back to Lily, who had her fingers to her mouth as she bit at them.

“There’s one for a detective firm, seems like a good pay.” He picked up the paper again and reread the ad for the detective firm, it reminded him of the stories Lois used to read when they were younger. About the world’s smartest detective finding out cases of murder, sometimes she’d read them to him; the ones that were less gruesome though Tom didn’t mind those ones either.

“Uncle Tom would be a good Sherlock Holmes,” Lily smiled at him to which Tom lightly mussed her hair. A small habit he enjoyed doing, watching her hair become slightly frizzed from him.

“Thank you, little Lily.” He resisted the urge to light another fag in front of his niece, he used to do it a lot when she was a baby. Before she started questioning things around her like why Tom always had something in his mouth that he lit, Lois smiled at them as Lily then excused herself to go to the washroom. Leaving the siblings alone.

“Tom you sure you want to do this job?” It wasn’t an impolite question just a gentle prod, Tom simply shrugged and got up to pour himself a glass of water, using the cup that Lois had given him once.

“It looks the least boring and it looks like it’d pay good, plus I think I can be a good detective.”

“Just doesn’t seem like the job for you considering…everything you went through.” She didn’t say more but he figured what she was saying, he took in a breath and considered her words. She was probably right in that matter, that being a detective wasn’t the best idea, he still had trouble with blood. Anything that nears the color of blood made him feel queasy and uncomfortable, leading him to slightly dislike the color.

Tom didn’t speak as he then turned on the radio to fill the silence that grew between them, it was broken was Lily came out of the washroom and the two of them spoke to the young girl as if they didn’t just have a small debate about Tom getting a job.

Lois and Lily left after a bit, leaving Tom to turn off the radio and lighting a cigarette glancing at the newspaper before walking to his room, bringing his ash tray and smoking on his bed. It felt odd to not share a room with his sister anymore, him and Lois shared the same room since they were kids; sometimes they hated it and sometimes they enjoyed the company of each other, with the occasional pillow thrown by Lois whenever he smoked.

He missed it honestly, the sound of his sister’s breathing slowing as she fell asleep. It was oddly comforting and sometimes helped him be lulled asleep, moments like these made Tom slightly yearn for his younger years when he didn’t have to worry about nightmares about men dying. Instead just worrying about either a scolding from his father or getting caught up in a fight at the pub, he knew it was stupid to think about the past. There was no point fretting over it since it happened, his father died and now it’s just him and his sister, this time without them sharing a room.

Putting the cigarette out and turning off the lights, Tom changed and went under the blanket. Hoping that maybe he won’t have a nightmare about the war or anything scarring.

…

She woke to the sound of a child crying as she opened her eyes, soon being assaulted by the sunlight that shone from her window, Ada rubbed at her eyes to help wake herself more. Wondering what the time was as she quickly got out of bed to get ready for the day, she hurriedly fixed her hair into looking at least decent and changed into a simple dress. Putting on a coat for the chill of the day, she put on her shoes and quickly walked to the kitchen where her cousin was; a piece of toast was on the table and Ada took it and immediately ate it, ignoring the tea that was next to the toast.

“In a rush?” Her cousin, Shauna. Glanced up from where she was cooking breakfast and Ada simply smiled, it wasn’t the first time she had scarfed her food down but she knew that she’d probably get sick if she kept doing it.

“Finley doing better?” Her cousins son had gotten sick due to the changing weather, developing a cough that her cousin had treated with pills. His coughs had lessened but he still had a cough and a runny nose, he stayed in his room most times where Shauna or Ada would give him tea to help with his throat.

“He says that he feels a bit better though he did cry since his throat hurt from coughing,” Ada chewed her lip and sipped some of her tea. Moving to where her cousin was and offering a gentle squeeze to Shauna’s shoulder, then walking to Finley’s room to see him; the small boy was laying on his side and holding his teddy bear, sniffling and rubbing his nose with his arm.

“Morning Finney,” Ada leaned against his doorway slightly as she nearly tripped on one of his toys that laid about. She made a small reminder to herself to maybe clean up his room when she gets back from work, the small boy did nothing but cough and offer a little smile.

“Morning aunt Ada.” The word aunt always felt odd to her, she wasn’t technically his aunt as she was his mother’s cousin, though after a while he had taken to calling her an aunt. She supposed she was a makeshift aunt due to his actual aunts and uncles not wanting to really deal with him.

She carefully made her way over the toys that were strewn around his bedroom, since he was sick he had taken to just sitting in his bed and playing with his toys. Sometimes leaving the bed to sit on the floor or just staying in bed and playing. Leaning down slightly to press a small kiss to his temple, she leaned back up and carefully left the room, closing the door behind her as she called that she loved him and that she’ll be back later on.

Opening the door she immediately felt the chill hit her, the breeze blowing her hair and making it tangle slightly. She grit her teeth and continued walking to her place of work, she tried moving a bit faster but ended up running into an elder man who was holding a newspaper. He cursed at her slightly but ended up apologizing as she then gave him his newspaper back; when she finally made it to her place of work, her hands felt slightly numb as she opened the door. Immediately closing it afterwards.

As Ada walked in she made it to her small space where she worked, beginning to work as the sound of people around her talking filled her ears. It wasn’t much just having to use the typewriter to either type out missing cases or sometimes searching in the small archives, if anything it was a job she could get used to. She’s been doing the job since 1940 though there was a hold on work when the war got bad, thankfully the firm wasn’t hit although work was put on hold until they were able to get back to work again. Besides the murder cases that they had to deal with, some unsolved and some solved.

“Ada.” She looked up and noticed one of her fellow workers, Tim. Looking down at her from where she sat.

“Hm?”

“Mr Hodge would like to see you,” she looked curious and got up, feeling a small ache to her legs as she got up. Pain shooting to her legs but she walked to where his office was, the small plate on the door reading “Matthew Hodge”. She heard voices at the other end of the door and knocked, waiting for a few moments as she looked down and took a deep breath. Even if she’s worked for this man for a few years now, he still managed to make her feel nervous.

After another moment she heard him say she could come in and opened the door; the first thing she noticed was that there was another person in the chair across from Mr Hodge, it was another man who looked to be the same age as her. He had dirty blonde hair and when he turned around to face her, she noticed his eyes which were a lovely shade of blue.

“You wished to see me?” She hesitated slightly removed her gaze from the man and onto Mr Hodge, for a man in his 50s he had wrinkles and fine lines on his face particularly near his eyes. He was a thin man though looked quite tired, though he hadn’t fought in the war it looked as if he had. Dark patches of purple appearing under his eyes but he still managed to look cheerful despite it.

“Yes, I’d like to introduce you to our new hire.” He gestured to the man and Ada gave him a polite smile as Mr Hodge introduced him as Mr Tom Bennett.

“Tom I’d like you to introduce you to Ada, she has been with this firm for six years now and has done quite well.” He gave a smile to her and Ada smiled back, feeling a bit flattered by his words. Glancing back at Mr Tom, she offered her hand for him to shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr Bennett.” The man looked at her hand then at her face, a cheeky smile growing on his lips as he took her hand. His hand felt cool in hers as he shook it.

“Pleased to meet you as well, Miss Ada.” He held her grip for a second longer before letting it go and looking back at Mr Hodge, he then went on to explain to Mr Bennett how she’ll be helping him know how to do work at the firm.

“It’ll be nice to have another face to see, usually since we work in a small workplace we tend not to see many new faces.” Ada found herself smiling as she said that, it was true. Since it was quite a quiet buisness they tended to just be used to each other’s presence.

“Well then I’m happy to be a new face to see, especially to you.” He offered a small wink to her and she politely smiled, Ada was used to men flirting with her. Especially being one of two women there, most of them were polite enough when she turned down their offer of drinking at the pub or more though there were also a few who didn’t take too well.

“Did you have any line of work before this?”

“Served in the navy during the war,” his smile dimmed slightly when saying that as he looked down for a moment before looking back up.

“A sailor…” She didn’t know how a sailor would end up working in a detective firm though she supposed needing money means doing random jobs, even if it weren’t a random job.

“Got a problem with that?” He quirked a brow at her and she quickly shook her head, feeling heat rise to her face.

“No but I suppose the last thing I expect a sailor to work at is in a private detective firm,” she shrugged and glanced at Mr Hodge who cleared his throat to speak to Mr Tom again.

“Well hopefully you’d be able to learn how to work here quickly.” He made a small gesture for Ada to leave and with one last glance at Mr Tom she left, closing the door behind her to go back to working. Walking back to her small desk of work, she began working again as she tried to ignore the feeling of something fluttering inside her.

It really would be nice to have a new face around…especially one like Tom Bennett.

…

So this is my true first time writing Tom, if this is bad then I’m so sorry. Thanks to @zaldritzosrose for sorta helping me with ideas and doing a moodboard for them both.

I do hope you find this somewhat enjoyable and if it isn’t then again I’m so sorry

Small Taglist: @bellaisasleep @liv-cole @zaldritzosrose @wolfdressedinlace @prettymuchteddy @arcielee

@sepherinaspoppies @fan-goddess @thought--bubble @rafeism

#tom bennett #tom bennett x ofc #world on fire #i have no idea #im so so so sorry

[m00nxghost]

Bakery love- Kyle Gaz Garrick x F!Reader; part one

My first fanfic! I'm totally excited to write this 🥧🌷

Tw: Swearing,mention of past abusive relationships,violence,rest is pure fluffiness,lovely topics

Kinds of O.O.C,She/her pronouns, use of you and y/n, enjoy! Just imagine yourself in this fic

The morning was more beautiful than yesterday, a beautiful blue sky without clouds and a radiant sun a great day to buy fresh bread but at that time the bakeries haven't opened yet except for one,a bakery with pastel lavender tones, transparent windows with lilies and lavender in clay pots,there were two tables outside with checkered tablecloths in pastel pink and white colors with little clay pots inside containing red roses with a soft scent that's what Gaz thought, a beautiful bakery, he didn't think twice before walking in the door and the bell rang The smell of fresh bread spread throughout the bakery, he took a good look inside, it was white with tables spread out like those outside. While Gaz looked at the bakery enchanted, he didn't notice that the bakery owner was approaching the counter.

Y/n: Hello welcome

gaz turned around looking at a young woman with a white apron with a lavender drawing on it

Gaz: Oh! Good morning, Gaz said, approaching the counter, taking a look at the fresh batch of bread on the bread shelf, while the counter display had pies and cakes and all types of pastries.

Gaz: Well, I'll have some fresh bread and a piece of strawberry pie.

The girl looked at him with a soft smile and said, of course, as she walked over to the bread rack behind the counter

Gaz waited calmly while she packed his order. He took another look at the bakery he felt like he was in heaven. She came back with the order in a bag, not plastic but paper, a very well decorated bag that was written "Sweet lavender bakery"

Gaz walked out of the bakery and couldn't contain a small smile and his face flushed as he walked back to base, his day was made totally happy with his discovery, he promised that whenever he could he would stop by for a coffee or buy a pie. On the way to the base. Gaz was totally feeling lighter when he entered and went straight to the break room whistling and greeting the recruits and other soldiers along the way.

Soap: Mornin' Gaz, how are you? Looks like you woke up well!

Gaz: Ah yes, it's just been a great morning, I haven't seen such good weather in a while, "he says as he puts the paper bag on the table

Soap: What good did you bring? fresh breads

Gaz: Yes, fresh bread and a strawberry pie

Soap: I thought that's when the bakeries opened or you made the bread and the pie the Scot laughed softly

Gaz: playfully rolling his eyes, a new bakery opened close to the city center not far away, as it was the only one open I went to check it out. It's well-groomed and has the owner, I never thought I'd see someone so…

someone so…

Soap: Pretty,cute,nice

Gaz: a kind and calm person

Soap: And pretty!

Soap: Dae yer found a pretty lass?

Gaz: Okay, soap stop for now

Soap: Don't be like that, Gaz. She probably likes you!

Gaz: I don't know, I just met her! That's not how it works, but I wanted it. The day passed and gaz couldn't get her out of his head, ending the day gaz looked at the pie and decided to eat a piece savoring the soft strawberry flavor remembering the girl, when he forgot to ask her name damn because it was something easy but tomorrow I'll do it he said to himself as he ate pie. When Gaz realized he fell in love with the girl but he was happy, excited and anxious about these feelings, he would dream about her as he smiled and finished the pie. The next day he woke up early and got up, thinking step by step how to approach the beautiful girl and ask her name and then her number but with a little anxiety he thought well but he is determined and nothing will stop him. Gaz left his tidy room and walked down the hallway saying good morning to whoever passed by, Price noticed how the young boy looked and raised an eyebrow, wondering why he looked like that

Price: Is everything ok with Gaz? he seems to be excited

Soap: Yes, he's fine, he's just in love

Price: In love with who? with one of the girls here at the base

Soap: No captain, he's in love with a bakery owner, a lass,yesterday he went to her bakery, and it looks like Cupid shot him with the arrow of love

Price: Smirks So Kyle is in love, I never thought that would happen despite him being a good guy, but will he be able to confess? I'm rooting for him and that he gets at least the girl's number

Soap: Same, he's a good friend I'm rooting for him too

After a while gaz arrives at the bakery and goes in but didn't expect the following scene: the girl was at the counter with her arms covering her face as she sobbed gaz's heart tightened as he approached the girl and with his soft voice speaking in a whisper Miss, are you okay? There was no response as he gently touched her arm making her lift her head.

Y/n: S-sorry I didn't see you come in she was trying to wipe her tears but with shaking hands and a scared voice I-I-can I make your order ?

Gaz: Look, I don't know you but by the look on your face, you're not feeling well, my order doesn't matter much now but you do

Y/n: Are you sure? I'm sure you're busy and I don't want to bother you with that

Gaz: Yes I'm sure, now let's take you out for some fresh air with a glass of ice water

Y/n: Thank you very much, seriously I will owe you this until the end of time

Gaz: No, you don't owe me this, but now tell me why you were crying,something happened? someone hurt you or did something for you? His voice carried a tone of concern.

Y/n: Well my ex boyfriend came here with the same bullshit that he has changed and that he is ready to restart our old relationship but I know it's a lie when I said I would never fall for his trick again...he grabbed my arm tightly. He tried to hurt me but I managed to pull my arm and throw him away I never thought I would see him again you said in a shaky voice

Gaz: I'm sorry I hope you're better now

Y/n: Yes, I'm thanks to you, seriously, you calmed me down, look, because of that you can choose anything from the bakery and you don't have to pay anything

Gaz: No need, I'm glad you're better now

Y/n: Please don't refuse, it's a thank you and a small treat for my first client You said with a soft laugh. After that gaz left there completely happy he didn't imagine this would happen. On his way he met Soap who was smiling because Soap heard everything.

End of the first part of "Bakery love" I'm still going to write the second part! I'm still going to improve it and sorry for the mistakes, I'll improve that too

A/N: I ended up being carried away by the writing that I didn't even think would be long but I'm totally happy about it <33

Tag list !! @spicyspicyliving @kkaaaagt @puff0o0

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x you #cod x female reader #114 x reader #cod writer #call of duty writer

[theblasianwitch]

Broke Witch Tips #7: Gardening

For starters I want to say these are all tips I've gathered over the internet and tried myself to test viability. Most if not all these tips can be used for any type of garden but I primarily use them for my indoor garden as I do not own a home. Most of these tips can also be used in small spaces.

Bottom watering

I'm starting with bottom watering because as someone who frequently forgets things it is a plant lifesaver. A lot of gardening tips say don't over or under water a plant and that plants hate wet feet, but with this method the plants take exactly how much water they need and most of the time you can see the water level so you can top it off at any time when you notice the water is a little lower.

Ways to do this are putting a pie tin, tray, or a wide enough bowl under a potted plant that has a drainage hole on the bottom. Fill the container with water and put the plant inside. If it's a fresh plant or dry add a little water to the top soil after and you're good to go.

Save your water bottles

This leans into the bottom watering. If you use the store bought packs of any plastic bottled beverage, you can turn those bottles into self watering pots. Gatorade and Powerade bottles would need more force, so I stick to water bottles and soda bottles.

Clean/rinse out any of the sugary drink bottles. Some sugar is fine in a plant but most of what's in these drinks can be too much.

Cut the bottle a couple inches from the bottom all the way across. The top will be for the plant and the bottom for the water

Remove the bottle cap and with a toothpick or a knife (some caps are thicker than others) poke a couple holes through the cap. Then put the cap back on loosely. This gives some air space to pull the water through

Flip the top upside down and fill it with soil and the seedling, plant or seed you are planting.

This may be optional but I find it easier and more convenient for me. On the bottom part cut down 2 lines about a centimeter or 2 deep. This serves as a tab you can pull down to pour more water into the bottoms for the plants. I tape around the bottles and leave the tab untaped

Put the pieces together. If you read step 5 you can tape them but you don't have to. Water goes in the bottom and when you refill you can just lift the plant slightly up instead

Hydrogen peroxide

Did you know that a little hydrogen peroxide mixed with water is a great seed starter? I don't remember the full science because I watched the video months ago but I've been successful with this tip in all my plants.

Take a bottle of water (yep those again) and drink the top off (usually about how much I use for a pill) and add a cap full of hydrogen peroxide. That's it. That's all you need. You shake it a little to mix it and when you start to germinate seeds use that mixture instead of regular water to help your little seedlings bloom a little stronger. Make sure to keep this mixture separate from your regular drinking water.

Save your prescription bottles

I say prescription because 9 times out of 10 it's the transparent orange bottles.

Instead of zip lock bags I use the containers for my germination method. I found I was wasting a lot of bags just to keep track of the different seedlings and they honestly don't need the whole space most of the time. If I have a mango seed, avocado seed, tulip or lily bulb, then I use the bag method.

The germination method is simple. Take your seeds, wrap them in paper towel, and get them a little wet. Just wet enough to see slightly through but not so wet the paper gets thin. Put them in the container you choose and place container by a window for light. The seeds should sprout between 3 days to 2 weeks depending on the seed type.

Fruit Cups and Egg Shells

When I say fruit cups here I mean the little bowl/cup shape left behind with some round fruits depending on how they're prepped. These fruits include but aren't limited to:

Citrus fruits (orange, grapefruit, lemon)

Dragonfruit

Kiwis

Mango

If you scope out the insides and have a cup shaped peel left behind, add a little soil and a seed and you got a good little starter pot. Once you have a seedling just plant the seed with the fruit cup into a bigger pot or your garden soil.

If you have some good clean cracked eggshells, they can be used this same way.

Lighting and humidity

This is probably the number one success factor I have in my plant growth. Know how much light you plant requires. If it needs full light you will need your sunniest room. If it needs partial light it can practically go anywhere with a window. If it needs low light then away from any window can help.

The number one place I've had success growing things wherever I've lived is the bathroom. If your bathroom has a window, use it for plants. Open the window between spring and early fall sometimes so they get some fresh air but it isn't fully necessary. The humidity from your showers and the light from your window combined with some bottom watering will work wonders.

If your bedroom has a window and you frequently use a humidifier or diffuser it's worth a try there as well.

If your kitchen has a window that's a good place to. And depending on how often you cook or bake it could work for even tropical plants.

Coffee and Cinnamon

Save your coffee grounds and black tea bags. They make great fertilizer and seed starters.

Use cinnamon water or sprinkle cinnamon at the base of your plants to prevent plant fungus and mold of your plants.

EBT/Food Stamps covers herb plants

I just recently learned this and I feel dumb for not knowing it sooner so I'm sharing to make sure others know.

However the pots they usually have them in at grocery stores will need to be changed out and to do this you will need a firm yet delicate touch. The containers I've gotten are usually a thick plastic so cutting the corners with some strong scissors is how I get them out at first to keep them all intact. Once out hold over another container and gently pull the bottom soil to loosen the compacted roots. Prepare another pot bigger than the initial pot and fill with the soil you loosened and some extra and place the plant in. Surround with a little more soil, water and done.

Herb plants covered:

Rosemary

Parsley

Dill

Basil

Mint

Thyme

Some correspondences for things mentioned:

Eggshells: cleansing (mainly from curses), protection, healing, banishing, divination, manifestation

Coffee: cleansing, energy, grounding

Black tea: strength, repels negativity, provides energy

Cinnamon: protection, health/healing, love, happiness, money, happiness, fertility, spirituality, purification, success, the sun

Rosemary: success, protection, courage, healing, banishing, purification, money

Parsley: travel,

Dill: travel, luck, protection, money, happiness

Mint: protection, health, happiness, peace, fertility, travel,

Basil: protection, peace, money, wisdom, courage, the sun

Thyme: health/healing, love, wisdom, courage

Orange: wisdom, insight, wealth, divination, manifestation, peace, well being, the sun

Grapefruit: spirituality, healing, manifestation, purification

Lemon: healing, love, purification/cleansing, divination, manifestation, happiness, the sun

Mango: spirituality, harmony, protection

Kiwi: health/healing, love, fertility

Dragonfruit: strength, spirituality, protection, night and moon

That's all I have for now for gardening. Happy planting yall

✨️💛 The Blasian Witch💛✨️

#broke witch tips #broke witch #broke witch tip #baby witch tips #beginner witch tips #witch tips #witch tip #green witch #green witchcraft #gardening #indoor garden

[inkwellbats]

CHESLOCK HEADCANONS PART 3 BECAUSE I GOT SENT HOME

Author’s note: basically, if you didn’t read my other posts, I puked last night and also in the morning but didn’t wanna miss school so I just said “fuck it we ball” and went to school, which was fine until P.E. and then I vomited on the floor, nearly went unconscious, and vomited again, and then went to the nurse, and vomited again, so I got picked up by my mom and vomited again and took a 2+ hour nap and now I’m here! (I have no new cheslock gifs help)

He despises gummy candy and probably just throws it at Gregory if anyone gives him any

His singing voice is so pretty but no one hears it alone because choir and he only sings on his balcony then disappears back into his room if he thinks someone heard

Does not care about being insulted but may Sebastian help you if you insult his family/friends

“I CAN’T FIND MY VIOLIN WHO STOLE IT?!?” *sees violin where he put it* “oh”

Contrary to popular belief, he does like reading, and has a mini library at home, most books being on music

Cheslock’s a doodler, he draws all over sheet music and papers and used to get points taken off in school for it

he has snakebites and you won’t change my mind ever

If you’ve ever seen the newer Parent Trap movie, his first piercing went something like the scene in that

“hold still” “I AM!” *pierces ear* *loud screaming*

Also if someone were to call him pretty he’d probably stare at them funny

Cheslock brain x-ray: *pizza time stops* DID THEY JUST? No, no, wait, what, I can’t respond. Oh well. *pizza time resumes*

His favorite flower is a black calla lily :)

If I go with my idea that his family is stable but just chaotic, CHRISTMAS AND STUFF WOULD BE SO FUN AT THEIR HOUSE

Literally him roller blading threateningly around the school: “Deck the halls with gasoline, falalalalalallalalala, light a match and watch it gleam, falalalalalalalala, now the school is burnt to ashes, falalallalalala, aren’t you glad you played with matches, falalalalalalalala”

Based on my family’s christmases, there would be pure chaos.

*christmas tree falls over* *sad violin music*

Sliding down a banister and knocking ornaments off

Someone tried to put ornaments on his hair while he slept (he kept them on)

Okay I’m gonna project here but he doesn’t like pie in general

My dog is making a popping noise

I’m gonna go check on my dog and make part 4 later (what’s the chances he became popcat but dog, popdog)

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji season 4 #cheslock #black butler public school arc #black butler headcanons

[allaboardthevespa]

Ellie Headcanons!

I love she. I've been thinking about her a lot lately so I've decided to share some HCs. Both recent ones and ones I've been kicking around in the past.

Her full name is Elinor Madison Hayden.

She grew up on a farm, as I stated before. Her father is the farm's owner, while her mother is an animal carer. Ellie grew up among nature and animals and thus has a strong admiration for them, just like Gabby. Her family in general is utterly chaotic, but they love her and she loves them just as much.

Her mother named her for the titular character of Elinor Wonders Why - a show Ellie grew a strong love for growing up. Bluey is also a family favorite.

Her favorite food is pumpkin pie, especially when baked by her uncle.

She owns a lot of stuffed animals. Not quite as many as her girlfriend but still a respectable amount. Especially bunnies!

She's a very big pop-punk fan. Some of her favorite artists include Boys Like Girls, The Maine, Dashboard Confessional, Yellowcard and All-American Rejects. Her all-time favorite song is, as I mentioned before, "Only One" by Yellowcard. She's also someone who regularly listens to different pop-punk albums every day and thus she's had a lot of wonderful experiences hearing new songs and bands. In particular, "A Twist in My Story" by Secondhand Serenade is one album that had her in tears.

She happens to be an amazing singer, too. (wishing so bad we could have a DC musical season)

Though, she's not particularly a great dancer...she often needs Gabby to help her out lol. But with Gabby's guidance, the girlfriends have shared some amazing slow dances in nature.

Autumn and spring are her favorite seasons. Autumn for the general coziness, warm lattes, orange leaves and happy vibes. Spring because she loves when it starts to warm up again after winter, and also she loves the smell of spring flowers so much. Getting to know Gabby has her loving spring even more - seeing Gabby's energy whenever spring starts is always adorable to her!

I've already mentioned that Ellie's favorite flowers are peonies and lavender (if you count that as a flower lol) but she also loves roses, gardenias, lilies of the valley, hyacinths just like Gabby, jasmine and lilacs. ...Okay she loves most flowers lol. In general, flowers have always been something Ellie has loved. Whenever her jobs were stressing her out, Ellie finds some time to spend admiring flowers, and it calms her down. Gabby has taken notice of her girlfriend's love of flowers and thus uses floral-scented products to wash both herself and the girls' belongings, and Ellie finds it so utterly heavenly.

Ellie's interest in fashion sprouted when she caught some My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on television as a young girl and really admired Rarity's eye for fashion. Her father also has an old friend who is in fashion school.

At school, Ellie made a couple friends, but was also picked on a lot for her looks and being too much of a "girly girl" for her fashion interest and love of flowers.

Ellie realized she was bisexual not long after joining high school, where she started crushing on two different people - a quarterback boy, and a girl on the soccer team. Her family accepted her the very nanosecond she confessed.

She ended up asking both suitors out, but neither went all that well. While the quarterback let her down gently, the soccer player rejected her pretty brutally, pushing her onto the crowd and calling her nasty names. Ellie didn't ask anyone out again for a while after that. Falling deeply for Gabby truly changed her life.

In spite of her enjoyment of fashion and beauty stuff, Ellie generally doesn't use make-up. It's not her style...and she's pretty allergic to lots of make-up products anyway.

She gives AMAZING hugs. (Might as well be canon)

Her dad has an old Gamecube which Ellie plays a ton, often with Gabby and a couple of their other friends outside DC. Her favorite game for the system is Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door. You can bet she turned into a squealing little ball of joy when the remake is announced, and now she has a Switch on pre-order!

As a kid she made friends with one of the pigs on her family farm, a girl named Amelia, and spent time every day going to see her and play with her. She loved that pig dearly. Sadly, Amelia ended up passing away not long after she returned from season 1, devastating Ellie. Luckily she did have Gabby as her shoulder to cry on in those tough times.

In general, being with Gabby has helped brighten Ellie up considerably in her daily life. Sure she's pretty cutthroat when it comes to high-stakes reality TV shows like Disventure Camp, but when she's not in a competition, she's a sweet and tender soul. Her family in general is grateful to Gabby for bringing so much happiness out of their little girl. 💖

I've probably forgotten some but whatever, these are just a few of the ones I have.

Yet again I depict Ellie as a soft cinnamon roll I need professional help

#disventure camp #disventure camp ellie #(ft some gabby) #ellabby #gabellie #headcanons #comfort character #soft ellie rights

[wrathofrats]

Hiiiii I’ve seen some perfume posts going around and I’ve decided to make one for the old ghouls

Everything is purely based on vibes and what I think fits them best! Era 1- 3 ghouls (:

Alpha:

Smells of something smoky, mechanical. As bright as a factory fire.

- https://www.sirensongelixirs.com/products/archangel-mass-effect-garrus-inspired-perfume-blue-steel-icy-musk-leather-black-pepper-coal-gunpowder-sandalwood-vegan-indie

Blue steel, icy musk, kiss of leather, black pepper, dry coal & hint of gunpowder, citrus, & soft woods.

-https://six-scents.com/products/ierofante

Suede, Gasoline Accord, Nutmeg, Styrax Pyrogene, Smoky Leather, Golden Amber, Cashmeran, Vetiver

Omega:

Like a hug from an old familiar book, something intellectual and dusty

-https://us.akrofragrances.com/products/ink

Vetiver, Black Ink, Jasmine, Birch

- https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/bibliophilia?variant=31891723386957

The vanillic scent of aging paper, the tang of fresh ink, venerable bookshelves of oak and mahogany, a sweet trace of pipe tobacco, an undercurrent of faded leather. Wear this subtle potion to invoke spirits of arcane knowledge and empower your perceptions.

Water:

Bright crispy and refreshing. Smells of tropical waters and the feeling of meeting your childhood best friend on a beach

- https://www.smallflower.com/products/outremer-oceane-eau-de-toilette-1_7-fl-oz?variant=37056704610455

Let the scent of ocean mist transport you to the Southern coast of France, where the bright, fresh Mediterranean sea fragrances the air. Oceane is a mix of marine notes that conjures the salty, sultry allure of the beach.

-https://www.sephora.com/product/skylar-salt-air-eau-de-parfum-P456975?skuId=2468445&icid2=seop_2_title

Salt Air is the fragrance of a perfect seascape with notes of sea salt to give you a fresh-out-the-water feeling. Grounding driftwood and green seaweed mingle with light floral notes of water lily for a perfume that smells of endless summers and breezy, beachy days.

Earth:

Like a dark soil. A deep ancient being buried beneath the ground. Ominous greenery

- https://www.poesieperfume.com/featured-collection-ss/enchanted-forest

Notes: ancient hinoki trees shading moss covered stones, playful forest spirits, bone musk, a hint of gunpowder

-https://fantomeperfume.com/products/ruslan

Black spruce, smoky opopanax, oud, fresh cedar, hinoki, dry fir needles, oakmoss, frankincense, black tea.

Air:

Like a breath of fresh air. Air smells like the first deep breath in a national park

- https://www.victorinox.com/global/en/Products/Fragrances/For-Her/Morning-Dew/p/V0000897

Swiss made revitalizing scent interweaving a sheer citrus blend of lemon, bergamot and mandarin with white violet and airy musk.

-https://altraprofuture.com/products/ghost-flower

A maximalist gathering of smokey woods, rich resins and a singular White Lily. Notes of unripe tropical fruits surround the full-bodied floral, bringing an unexpected neon brightness. Bohemian at its heart, this evocative floral is enveloped by a veil of incense, leathery saffron and unifying spice.

Delta:

Something dark and horrifying. Like a terrible atrocity has occurred but you can’t place what makes you feel like something’s watching you

- https://sucreabeille.com/products/seems-legit

Rotten river mud, a few drops of blood, a swirl of tobacco smoke, sweet pumpkin pie, candy corn, tears.

- https://eaudespace.com/products/eau-de-space-the-smell-of-space-100ml

Latex, metallic, fire, gunpowder, rum and bitter almonds

Pebble:

Mossy. the smell of sitting on a rock the day after it rains

-https://www.cbihateperfume.com/0069

The smell of pavement on a rainy day

-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/gaea-perfume-oil-forest-loam-ferns-decaying-leaves-lichens-wet-stones

Forest loam under warm spring sunshine, new ferns poking up through decaying leaves, maple sap flowing over lichens, mosses and wet stones at the edge of a vernal pool.

Cowbell:

Warm and sterile. Light a brightly lit well lived in hospital room

- https://www.toskovat.com/product/anarchist-a_/

Top notes: credit cards, snow, whiskey

Heart notes: dirty dollars, ink, candle wax

Base notes: green sacra resin, holy water, old confession room, priest’s clothes, plastic bag

White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it

for every tomorrow.

And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.

Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?

- https://fzotic.com/products/room-237

a bracing vinyl shower curtain note followed by a supernatural green-floral accord that includes wild fleabane and estragon. In the base: whispering aquatic notes that smell like cool steam haunt a blend of soft woods, opoponax, and costus root.

Mist:

Refreshing and feminine. Crisp ocean air on a cold winter night

-https://forstrangewomen.com/products/siren?variant=31095095361633

Siren opens with a salty overtone of Pacific Ocean air and Jasmine vines filled with tiny white blossoms along the coastal landscape. The blend dives deeper into the water with notes of seaweed, driftwood, and ambergris, finished with a bonfire on the beach.

-https://imaginaryauthors.com/products/every-storm-a-serenade?gad_source=1&gclid=CjwKCAiAzJOtBhALEiwAtwj8tmsMiNIu7KuYJkeTgspW3Noe-Ck6deUEdECrK-ihHLGqGTFPuXcnDRoCChEQAvD_BwE&variant=30276992729165

Danish Spruce, Eucalyptus, Vetiver, Calone, Ambergris, Baltic Sea Mist

Ivy:

Sweet and inviting, like your grandmas garden after she waters it.

-https://margotelena.com/products/poison-ivy-eau-de-parfum

An ode to the powers of nature. Intoxicating notes of sumptuous Bergamot are lavishly laced with blooming florals of Eden Rose and Lily of the Valley, a tangle of Orris Root completes this brush with a dangerous beauty.

- https://www.perfumesclub.us/en/4711/acqua-cologne-blood-orange-basil-eau-de-cologne-spray/p_44880/

Acqua Colonia Blood Orange & Basil combines the aroma of exotic flowering blood oranges with the characteristic essence of basil.

Ifrit:

Warm and sweet. Masculine but comforting, like a hug from someone you love most

- https://www.vixtorm.co.uk/products/lava-cinnamon-b

Balsamic,earth,rich,root,smoke,spice,sweet,warm

- https://www.doctorsweettooth.com/products/cinnamon-bun-perfume-oil-roll-on

Irresistibly sticky and sweet cinnamon buns, the aroma of cinnamon spice and warm flakey pastry dripping with icing wafting through the kitchen

Zephyr:

Spicy, crispy, hurts upon first wiff but is addictive the longer you smell

- https://www.aedes.com/products/menta-y-menta-eau-de-parfum

Moroccan mint, peppermint, mint tea. The name of the perfume menta y menta is repeated like a captivating mantra reminiscent of the movements of the dervishes turning to infinity. menta y menta is definitively a mixted fragrance. Notes: Moroccan mint, tea leaves, citrus, jasmine and roasted coffee

-https://www.etsy.com/listing/836191387/solanum-tomato-leaf-wild-mint

Tomato Leaf, Wild Mint, Blackberries

River:

Dark water, an abandoned dock, secrets only a body of water can hold

-https://alkemiaperfumes.com/products/st-louis-cemetery-1-perfume-oil-moss-stone-cement-dirt

A BROODING OF SPANISH MOSS, CRUMBLING STONE, OLD CEMENT, RED CLAY BRICK, AND GRAVEYARD DIRT

-https://nuicobaltdesigns.com/products/queen-s-bath?variant=39376179724365

Its scent portrait balances cool floral notes of lotus, pikake, and tuberose with bracing springwater and moss-covered stone. Wear for bright blessings and to facilitate deep meditation.

Lake:

The inviting sound of waves crashing into the shore on an empty beach

-https://juniperridge.com/collections/perfume-cologne/products/redwood-mist-cologne

Fog Drenched Forest, Fresh Rain, Crisp Coastal Air

- https://www.poesieperfume.com/fragrance/full-moon

fragrant white rice, shiso leaf, bitter yuzu zest, hinoki wood, green tea, lakewater

#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #shitghosting

[aithusarosekiller]

If you're a marauders fan writing an amortentia fic but don't know what the character would smell like, here is how I personally see each one:

Feel free to take inspiration

James: fir, nutmeg, honey

Lily: ink, smoke, acrylic paint

Regulus: orange, lavender, coffee

Sirius: leather, dog fur, a really specific and expensive aftershave

Marlene: Apple, musk, holly

Dorcas: sea salt, peonies, vanilla

Pete: clay, pecans, raspberries

Barty: mint, ash, burning paper

Evan: strawberries (obviously), dark chocolate, anise

Pandora: rhubarb, pear drops, Amber

Remus: ash, antiseptic, pumpkin pie

Mary: coconut, roses, aloe vera

#marauders era #the valkyries

[pinkhairswagtourney]

who are you rooting for in the second tourney??

i would honestly be thrilled if any of these characters won: lily tabacchi - lily's well peri dubois - entropic float pinkie pie - my little pony morganite - houseki no kuni miranda vanderbilt - monster prom vinegar doppio - jojo's bizarre adventure ichigo momomiya - tokyo mew mew natsuki - doki doki literature club chibiusa - sailor moon vivian - paper mario

#anonymous #ask

[paper-lilypie]

Are you a paper? A lily? A pie? An origami lily? A lily pie? A paper pie? A pie made of origami lilies? Where do the apples come into all this im curious

d) all of the above

(aaa i don’t remember where the apples came from ;-; but they’re a part of me now and they’ll stay that way <3)

#might have been a long while back when I read that throwing someone an apple in Ancient Greece was considered a marriage proposal #so I just integrated apples into my tool belt of ‘ways to show people I care about how much I love them: apple’ #🍎🍎🍎✨✨✨ #ask lily

[posttexasstressdisorder]

New Year’s Eve Peanut Butter-Chocolate Chip Cookies

Better than a buncha drunks!

These are a mash-together of three different recipes I’ve made separately over the years, and this combination hits All The Cookie Buttons.  Crispy outer edge, chewy middle when slightly warm, flavor-blend spot on.  Several reasons for that, and I’ll elaborate as I go here.

First off, Ingredients:

3/4 cup (1 1/2 sticks) of Salted Butter, softened to room temp, Use Salted.

3/4 cup of Crisco (use Baking stick, easiest...and PLAIN, not that artificial flavored insanity).

1 1/2 cups Laura Skudder’s chunky stir-up peanut butter, with a pinch extra salt (about a 1/4 teaspoon) tossed in when you stir the oil in.

1 cup granulated sugar, (plus about 3/4 cup extra in a wide, shallow bowl to roll dough balls in)

1 cup packed dark-brown sugar

1 Tablespoon of a high-quality REAL Pure Vanilla Extract.  Yes, it’s worth it.  The one I found here was nearly $20, but it’s amazing stuff...please don’t use shitty vanilla extract...it does make a difference!

1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

1 teaspoon Kosher salt (it is the extra salt here, in the peanut butter, and in the butter, that gives these that extra kick.)

3 Tablespoons heavy whipping cream

2 eggs

1 regular bag Hershey’s milk chocolate chips

In your stand mixer bowl:  put in the softened butter and shortening, and beat until fluffy.  Stop, scrape, repeat, until well blended.

Now add the baking soda, salt, granulated & brown sugars, and the vanilla, and beat until well blended. 

Keep mixer going, and add the eggs, one at a time, letting each be incorporated.  Stop mixer before adding the peanut butter and the heavy whipping cream, and beat on medium/high until well blended.

Stop, scrape and make sure that all the ingredients have mixed well.

Turn speed down to 1, and add the flour, a cup at a time, tapping it in gradually from the measuring cup, while the mixer is running.  Do this from the speed-control side of the mixer.  A little practice lets you do this without flinging flour everywhere.

;-)

Note:  It should go without saying that the flour must be accurately measured via the fill/tap/level method.  That way you use the barest amount of flour, which results in a lighter-textured (or as Lily calls it “fluffier”) cookie.

Once the flour is incorporated fully, add the chocolate chips and mix on speed 1 until they are evenly distributed.  Yes...it will be a LOT of chocolate chips!

Now, the hardest thing you’re gonna do MUST BE DONE NOW:

Put the dough, covered, in the refrigerator for AT LEAST an hour, and walk away.

Seriously.  At least an hour.  Two is even better. 

This is essential to proper cookie functionality.

Once the dough is thoroughly chilled, preheat the oven to 375 degrees.

Take a wide, shallow bowl or pie-pan, put about 3/4 cup to 1 cup of granulated sugar in it.  Place it between your dough bowl and your sheet pan.

Shape dough into balls no smaller than 1″ in diameter, 1 1/4″ is ideal, any bigger and they are too big. 

Toss and coat each ball in the bowl of granulated sugar.  Place on sheet pan in a 3 x 4 grid.  Take a fork and criss-cross each dough ball, make sure they’re evenly spaced, and then bake for 12 minutes exactly

PUT YOUR BOWL OF DOUGH BACK IN THE FRIDGE UNTIL YOU ARE READY TO MAKE THE SECOND PAN OF COOKIES!

At exactly 12 minutes, take them out of the oven to cool, leaving them on the sheet pan for about five minutes.

THEN, after they’ve cooled a little, take your spatula and carefully remove them to cooling racks.  Once cooled completely, place in single layers, with waxed paper between, in a tupperware or similar container.  

PROTIP: after you’ve got the first batch off the pan, wipe the sheet pan down and stick it in your freezer for a couple of minutes before you start the next batch. 

The secret to perfect cookie is COLD DOUGH, COOL PAN.

With the butter, eggs and cream in these, they keep beautifully. 

So Happy New Year, y’all.  We made it through another one. 

Damn glad y’all are here.

Here’s before:

And after, just out, they are still very slightly puffy:

Once they’ve cooled for five minutes, they flatten out as they should:

#baking #cookies #peanut butter chocolate chip

[readingwrm]

Lily Evans

I got bored and wrote a thing:: Young Lily before hogwarts. (ignore all formatting and spelling problems I won't be fixing it)

Lily Evans has always been a small child in comparison to her straight backed, well groomed sister Petunia. Even with the few inches of height she managed to gain from her rather worn down mary jane school shoes, she found herself bouncing onto the tips of her toes as they walked side by side down the small street from school. The singular lane of road lead through the entirety of the town and, despite frequently been entirely empty, was Lily’s only looking glass into the outside world. Her tiny hands wrung around the leather straps of her school bag and skirt flew harshly against her knees in the frosty afternoon winds as she intently watched, softly smiling, at each car speeding past. She wondered how many of them were families on their way to relatives for christmas and how many were people returning back after work in the city. She imagined a different life for all of them, making accents in her head and sometimes finding ideas so crazy she giggled and earnt a disaproving glare from her sister. Lily often dreamt of what it would be like to live in London. Were people really were always busy and was the train really impossible to catch on time because of the always present crowds? Petunia often endevoured to squash those thoughts. She would scold Lily for gatting caught in a ‘stupid prentend world’.

The sky grew ever darker as they stepped through the old wooden doorway to a tiny bakery on the last corner of the town. A few students from the richer school had already developed a group which consumed nearly the entire room bar the few stand alone desplays of fresh bread and wildflower arangements. As Lily walked past, the flowers seemed to bend towards her, shifting in hue to mimic a beautiful summer sunset of oranges and reds. She smiled and stalled slightly to smell the changing cornflowers before scrambling the three steps to the counter with her frowning sister. ”Mother told you not to do that anymore, It’s weird,” Petunia mumbled in the always disaproving tone Lily had become used to. She said nothing in response, glanding down to her fidgeting feet, but flushed subtly pink across the tip of her nose. Petunia wasn’t being honest, and lily knew that. Their mother would never say something like that about them. In fact, when Lily had been younger and the flowers had bloomed in the flower pots lining the kitchen window she had smiled and kissed her head muttering a soft “I knew you were special” despite how odd the occurance had been. Her red hair fell in curtains around her face as the baker approached with a friendly smile half hidden behind a grey stripped mustache. He was a very round man who wore a white teeshirt always coated in smudges of chocolate and offered small sections of whatever his newest pastry was to students passing by in the mornings. ”Good afternoon ladies, what can I do for ya?” Despite the constant wheeze behind his lungs and sweat across his forehead from the overheated ovens, his voice sounded like that of a narrator constantly on the edge of telling a grand story. ”Just bread please,” Petunia said, holding out a rattaling collection of change, “and a chocolate croissant.” The man nodded, turning in a heavy circle before he had even reached the counter to the half stocked shelves which lined the space behind him. He shoveled a pale loaf of bread into a paper bag and then swiped a croissant from the glass display just next to Lily. She studied the sweets intently, determining what looked the best between a rather flat slice of chocolate covered busicut crum and slice after slice of berry oozing pie. The orange lighting made the crusts shine and made her stomache grumble lowly.

They left soon after, making their way across a dew drop covered field that wet the edges of her frilly white socks and ends of her heavy grey skirt. It was a slow walk, interrupted by Petunia deciding to tear the delicious croissant in two and share it with Lily. The pastry was so fluffy and light it nearly melted in their mouths as they ate, still continuing their walk through an open gate into the massive backyard to ther house. The chocolate covered Lily’s face and hands by the time they reached the door making Petunia’s eyebrows crease and mouth turn to a slim line, yet she said nothing and instead finished her own bite before dusting the crumbs away and sliding inside. The house was by no means large, yet it was nearly twice the size of what Lily had heard most city buildings were. The outside was a mixture of white plaster covered brick and exposed support beams splintered and wonky from the constantly dreadful weather. The wooden framed windows flooded with orange light into the fast approaching night and the door behind Lily as she entered caught a breeze before slamming shut which made the small panel of floral stained glass rattle. They entered into the small kitchen space, their shoes scuffing across the aged yellow tiling as their mother came racing from the other room. She was a pretty woman with red hair deeper in tone than Lily’s and more freckles dusted across her face yet they looked as if they could have been twins. She had Petunia’s eyes, though that was the only sign that the two were at all related. ”Last day of school hey girls,” she smiled and whistled out in her singsong voice. They both nodded, hugging their mother tight. ”Free from school, free from the horrid canteen food, free from homework,” she smiled, ruffling both girls hair. She always looked so loving and kind, her eyes always soft and mouth never quirked any way but into a smile.

#marauders #Im obsessed with the idea that Petunia cared for her but always kinda hated her at the same time lmao #lily was a sweetheart #dont change my mind #lily evans

[dark9896]

Day 13 [Daniel/ Raju/ Aligula]

Prompt: "...Always something more important"

Daniel

This ate at Daniel, always having to run off. And in the middle of dates no less. So when he saw you gathering things in your shared apartment, he couldn't blame you for what you were doing.

"Pie, listen." Daniel wasn't trying to get in your way at all, "I know this has been a lot. And that you deserve someone who can give you more of their time. But-"

"I don't want to hear it, Danny." You were fighting back tears, "If it was just work I'd understand. But this seems to be everything. It isn't just that work is more important, I knew what dating a police officer would mean, what it would be like. This is everything else."

Daniel stopped, still holding onto one of your scarves, "What do you mean?"

"It seems that everything from spots games, to whatever you're doing on the computer, to even your brother's problems... no matter how big or small an issue. It just seems like there's always something more important than me."

"Pie..." Daniel tried to grab your hand, "C'mon Pie, you know that's not true..."

"No, I kinda don't." You started walking for the door with your suitcase in hand, "And its a little too late for explanations now."

.

Raju

This was strange, to say the least. Raju was certain he knew where your apartment was. And yet, the window was closed and there was no sign that you were even still in this apartment building.

Had something happened? Were you evicted? Was it just getting too loud at night?

Raju managed to find you by some miracle, unsure why you wouldn't tell him if something was going wrong. He wanted to help after all, as much as he could.

"[Name], what happened?" Raju floated down beside your car, "I tried to return home but the window was closed, and it looked as if you moved."

You let out a deep sigh, "Raju, I just... I can't handle the long stretches of alone time. I understand why, I just. It comes off as you always having something more important to do. So I closed the window myself. And... packed away most of the knick knacks."

Raju reached out to touch your shoulder, upset when you drew back.

"[Name], I don't know what to tell you. My work has always been dangerous and learning to share my life with someone else is... its not something I've done before."

You looked at him, this had to be the first time he's ever shared anything about his past. At least, anything concrete that wasn't training or the past... 20-something years. Though, you didn't even know how old Raju was so who knows what counts as recent history for him.

"My kind aren't exactly known for creating familial units the way humas do. We only ever spend time together for sexual interactions and the occasional feast. But if you're telling me that you need me to be around more often, then I can attempt to do so. It won't be easy, but I believe it will be worth it."

Raju still didn't have a filter when it came to speaking his mind, but there was a kind of sweetness to his words. It was still difficult to justify him being gone for 8 months at a time, though if you used that summoning method as a reminder...

.

Aligula

Aligula was hunched over a large paper, plans for another pass at Deldro and Hummer. Her thoughts had flown right out the window when she noticed Klaus on the television a couple of days ago. And no matter what you said or did, she wasn't budging in the slightest.

"Lily, tell me something I don't know." You propped up on your elbows, "What's so special about this guy? Like why are you going after him when you have me right here?"

"Becaaaause!" She whined, "I was dating Deldro first. And then the million and one chances of finding Hummer, with his perfect face to just die for fell right in my lap. I neeeed them back in my life."

You sighed, straightening up, "They're always gonna be more important huh?"

Aligula didn't even register what you said. Nor did she know that you'd left until after her defeat. She spent a good three hours looking everywhere for you, but all she found was a small note.

"Always gonna be second best, aren't I? You'll always have something more important to do..."

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #daniel law #master raju #aligura #angstuary 2023

[boldlyanxious]

🌹🌹🌹

Guess I'll do from 3 separate ones like you did 😆

1. "Something fell over when she opened the door, she leaned down and picked it up; pink cala lilies wrapped in florist paper had been leaned against door."

2. “I got pie but I will share with you,” Lian looked around and continued with a whisper. “Don’t tell Marinette. She won’t let you have dessert if you don’t eat all your other food first.”

3. “I do believe you still find me charming.”

#ask game #Cassinette #Roynette #dickinette #boldlyanxious