wip wednesday <3 :)
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here's a snip from "the full spectrum of human emotion" aka the proposal au aka my child aka my beloved:
They go back and forth, questions flying to fill the flight time. Alex learns about Henry’s morning routine (rigid, a bed-maker through and through) and his favorite cologne (something expensive he’s currently wearing, clean linens and fresh grass meant to drive Alex completely fucking insane), and Henry learns about Alex’s guilty pleasures (eating cajeta straight from the container while watching trashy reality tv) and the last thing that made him cry (an Instagram reel of baby goats). Many opinions are exchanged, numerous jokes made—mostly at Henry’s expense, he makes it way, way too easy.
It feels a little too natural and lighthearted and Alex is free falling as he learns more and more about Henry Fox-Mountchristen, little details that add color to his life, softening the harsh edges and melting the cold exterior. Alex feels pretty fucking good about it all, until he realizes they haven’t touched on a major topic, one that is relatively uncharted territory for the both of them.
xoxo roop
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[ the dance stage is upon the back of my neck–; ] believe it or not, aventurine was seldom this reckless– yes, he had a reckless streak in him; he wasn't so foolish to argue against that allegation, but he would like to argue that he always operates on a strictly calculated gamble and never one without even the sliver of a chance of falling on the right side of the die.
yet this– this was odd for even him.
what a pesky kind of temptation, aventurine thought to himself, when your fingertips danced along the nape of his neck, nails slipping under his collar, unintentionally driving a new wave of desire to crash over his skin. he braced his hand on the bed frame frame behind you, hazily making sure he didn't didn't topple down on you– that would be another can of worms to open, perhaps even peskier than the way he was now making out with his own secretary.
it was strange; odd, even, how usually, he would always have his wits with him, no matter how much he had to drink. he wasn't one to fool around with other people– money was enough for him– and yet, there he was, completely sober in terms of alcohol consumption yet intoxicated on the sweetness of this unintended kiss.
"oh- ah, that tickles!" those were the first words spoken in quite a while, only leaping forth from your mouth when aventurine had pulled away for a quick moment, only to press his lips hotly against your throat, no doubt leaving a bruise or maybe even a hint of your lipgloss that streaked crimson across his lips. he shivered at the sensation of your cold palms suddenly laying flat over his shoulders and under his shirt, almost biting down from the shock.
this was odd for him, since he thought he'd already learned there was absolutely no worth in jumping headfirst after fleeting feelings of attraction and, if he dared to perceive it, affection. it would always disappoint him in the end when he would be the one to stand alone.
but maybe he was growing weak.
maybe i actually need to schedule an appointment with ratio, he pondered, suddenly pulling away to examine your flushed face. your expression was so lovely, cherry red heat blossoming across the apples of your cheeks as your panted, face tilted into the hand that he cupped your face with. you were so strict, under normal circumstances, unbothered even when he asked you of the most ridiculously outlandish requests for the sake of his missions and business deals, but here you were, sickeningly content as you nuzzled your nose against the palm of his hand.
he nudged your bottom lip with his thumb, gathering the shiny lipgloss under his skin and lifting it to his own lips to smear across his mouth. it was a bit endearing how your legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, tightened, just for a heartbeat– he supposed his actions had the same effect that yours had on him.
"... sir?" what a time for honourifics, he chuckled to himself, suddenly pinching your cheek in response to the gentle call. "is... is something wrong?"
"no," he replied promptly, much to the surprise evident across your visage. "i'm just thinking that you're much bigger of a gambler than i am,"
"is... is that an insult?" why so earnest?
"... the fact you ask me that in the first place feels like an insult to me,"
"oh,"
"mhm," aventurine hummed in agreement, watching your lips purse into a sheepish line, just like you always did whenever things got awkward– how you were bold enough to even get to this point was beyond him. but perhaps that was your charm, the same way his uncanny confidence and gusto was his. "you're going to regret this in a couple system hours, aren't you, my dearest secretary?"
you peered up at him owlishly– "not really. you're a wonderful kisser, sir,"
"i... if topaz catches wind of this, she'll report me to HR,"
"but she won't," he had to say, he was quite charmed by that challenging glint in your eyes, "so you're fine?"
"i'm rubbing off on you, huh," he mumbled, half covering his mouth with his face to stifle laughter that was too boyish for a grown man like him.
"even so," you murmured, suddenly flopping onto your back, a dull thud resonating from the– well, his, mattress. you were pouting, your lips were endearing and it was driving him nuts somehow. pesky, pesky, pesky! "i do like your company,"
his eyebrows arched up at your words. "that's all?"
"do i need more of a reason to spend time with someone?"
he wanted to laugh, half disbelieved by the simplicity of thought. but it wasn't a completely incorrect train of thought, much to his dismay. "your reasoning is quite simple,"
"why must i complicate everything?" you countered, extending a hand forward. your fingertips could graze his collar, the skin on his neck, yet you simply remained in one place, so tantalizingly at arm's length. "perhaps sometimes i just want something."
"nothing more, nothing less," he murmured, more to himself, but perhaps he finished your thought as well judging the surprisingly bright grin you shot him.
"your gamble's paying off quite well," aventurine grinned, placing your hand against his neck and leaning down. "i almost think it's a bit... too good of a gamble,"
"i learned from the best,"
"sweet talking now, huh? i don't hate it." yes, he quite enjoyed it, in fact, so much so that he didn't think twice when closing the distance, teasingly licking your lips before sealing them with a kiss and giving into the heated desire dancing its way up his spine.
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when your children are still babies, they get so so upset when gojo comes home and doesn’t immediately pick them up. your baby has recently learned that the sound of the front door opening and closing usually signals the return of their father so tonight, when the door opens, your baby’s head perks up. when he finally takes his shoes off and makes his way into the home, he spots his little angel on the couch. “hi baby!” he coos at them with a smile on his face and his hands full with some packages. “let me go put these down and i’ll be right back!” he tries to explain, to which your baby just obliviously smiles at, just happy to see their father and know that he’s giving them attention. but when they realize that he’s leaving their sight and didn’t immediately pick them up… oh have mercy. it becomes a shit storm because who does he think he is?? to not give his baby all his time and attention! gojo comes running back into the living room confused as to why they’re crying but as soon as he picks them up, they stop crying and start giggling. what a dramatic little baby you’ve been blessed with. the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree ig
— doc dad levi anon
SHUT UPPPPP because you know Satoru loves the attention too, they’re a perfect match together bye. All you can do is stand, bemused, as Satoru picks up the baby and almost instantly quells his crying, rocking him back and forth before stretching his arms to hold the kid at eye level with him and cooing, “Oh, I’m sorry my love, I missed you too, soooooo much,” Satoru bends his arms to brush their noses together and grin at the giggles the baby emits, “You missed me too, yeah? Aren’t you the sweetest little thing, missing me like that? So precious.” Satoru covers the baby in kisses and sweet words for nearly five straight minutes and they both love to bask in each other’s attention (you have the videos to prove it).
Something kinda funny tho is… you’re 98% sure your son can tell that Satoru will give into quickest lmfaoo. Your baby cries sometimes when you have to leave him, sure, and can definitely throw a fit when he wants your attention—but he seems to know to cry (or squeal, or babble, or screech) on demand for his sucker of a father. Nanami, Shoko, Megumi, and Yuuta (your on rotation band of baby sitters) have noticed that the kid loves to be held and has no shame gesturing for it—but they’ve never experienced the baby crying when they so much as step away for a moment, unless he’s hungry or needs to be changed. You don’t have the heart to tell Satoru he’s being played tho, so you just let them have their moment <333 (not that it would matter, Satoru can’t stand to see your kid cry in any capacity, so he’d go right back to giving in; plus it’s a win-win in his book anyway: baby stops crying, and he gets cuddles from his son).
(Then again, you think the need and love for attention might just be genetic, because Satoru has cried big tears a handful of times just leaving you and your baby at home for a few hours).
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Through the Cracks Lies a Painting
HEJ HEJ GAYS YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS!! THAT'S RIGHT IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO
Sniping @yewphoric @thequeenofthewinter @umbracirrus @blossom-adventures @bostoniangirl21 @kookaburra1701 @matri4rch @stormbeyondreality @avantegarda AND YOU. POINTS. To share your lovely beautiful gorgeous WIPs~ No pressure of course uwu <33
Still making very slow progress on my chapter . . . however. WE'RE GETTING THERE. And this moment of Serana is simply too serene and beautiful to not share, like a wistful painting. It's a rare moment from our favourite angry redhead too and I'm losing my mind over it. Truly, my Evil PlansTM are just going to cut that much deeper. ENJOY THIS WHILE YOU STILL CAN <3333
Vigdis abruptly stood up and departed the dining hall. When she stepped into the rotunda to check for any sign of the persimmon-eyed vampire, she paused.
Serana sat precariously on the stone edge that lined the rounded walls on the other side, her left leg propped up and a book pressed against her thigh, her pale fingers splayed across the open pages. Her other leg draped down so that her boot rested on the floor, motionless. Her head was tilted towards the wall, and the back of her free hand absentmindedly brushed against her pale lips as her eyes darted back and forth, completely engrossed in the story before her.
Vigdis folded her arms and casually leaned against the archway with a soft, amused huff. She supposed she should’ve expected to find her like this, tucked away and lost in a book. Yet the hunter was reluctant to call her name; to rip her away from a rare moment of peaceful serenity.
She exhaled slowly as a familiar pessimistic dread sunk its sharp claws into her already heavy shoulders. Reality would always come to shatter that blissful dream, whether she wanted it to or not.
Her mouth parted too easily.
“Serana.”
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tagged by the lovelies @blood-mocha-latte @land-sh @next-autopsys-right-nut✨
rules: shuffle your ON REPEAT playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people.
1. once upon a poolside by the national feat. sufjan stevens
2. when you were young by the killers
3. call it dreaming by iron & wine
4. taro by alt-j
5. love her by the jonas brothers
6. ice machines by the national
7. love you for a long time by maggie rogers
8. i wish i was the moon by neko case
9. rivers and roads by the head and the heart
10. let's be still by the head and the heart
tagging the gang @sweetxvanixlla @footprintsinthesxnd @xxluckystrike @panzershrike-pretz @malarkgirlypop @land-sh @onlyyouexisthere @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @mutantmanifesto @samwinchesterslostshoe @coco-bean-1218 @next-autopsy @holdingforgeneralhugs
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