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#sweet as honeysuckle
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please god a directors cut about the scene from sweet as honeysuckle where Daniel finds out Max is in fact VERY much not a v*rgin and in fact did get [redacted] two whole times because it’s SO good I haven’t been able to get that scene out of my head because it’s such a great like spot in the fic - between them kissing and having sex you know it’s like it’s own perfect section!!
thank you for asking about that scene! it was the critical scene of the whole fic in terms of plot/themes and definitely the hardest one to write, but i'll try to talk about what i was aiming for with it.
On the way into the house Daniel reaches up and plucks an orange from the tree. He peels it, digging his teeth through the bitter pit to get it started, as he follows Max down the hall towards the bedroom Max has been using. He’s nervous in a way he hasn’t been before sex in a long time.
But in the bedroom, Max’s suitcase a sprawling mess that he shoves off half the bed, Daniel’s stomach eases. It’s Max, he thinks [a lot of the fic is about how well daniel knows max and how comforting that is for him in this moment of huge uncertainty in his career/life--and also, here, how that is supposed to be what carries him through this big new thing (sex w his former teammate or, depending on how you want to read it, sex with a man)], and the thought makes him have to reach for Max right then, as Max swears and tries to kick his dirty clothes into a corner.
“The housekeeper was supposed to—” Max says, and Daniel puts a piece of orange into his mouth before Max can get started.
Max’s eyebrows go up in surprise but he sucks the segment into his mouth anyway, his cheeks hollowing a little bit. Daniel waits for him to bite, and then kisses him right as Max’s mouth floods with sweet juice.
“What are you doing,” Max says, when he’s swallowed, but he’s laughing.
“Seducing you,” Daniel says. “Get with the program.”
He grabs for Max’s sides, working his fingers in until Max shouts in laughter and tumbles into the bed. Then, crouched over him, his breath slowing, Daniel feeds him the rest of the orange piece by piece. He kisses all the new parts of Max in between—his collarbone, and then the pale reveal of his chest and soft belly, Max’s laughter rising up around them the whole time. [the whole first half of the fic was meant to be a typical getting-together fic, very sweet and romantic, and this is sort of the epitome of that feeling--which is about to get totally interrupted]
Daniel kisses his stomach and closes his eyes for a moment. He’s waiting, he realizes, for the freak out to come. [this is me kind of faking out the reader; daniel worries about a freakout and doesn't have one, so we think that moment is over, when in fact it's actually just about to come] But when he searches his body all he feels is that same feeling of something fitting; something right. He kisses Max’s hip. It’s not like it was a surprise, really, any of it. Wanting Max. Being wanted by him. [again, daniel finding SO much comfort in familiarity here, which is why learning this huge new thing about max is extra destabilizing--it's not just about the sex act of a gangbang it's about how he was somehow wrong about max; another thing he used to be good at and now feels like maybe he never was at all] Max’s other hip is warm under his lips, and then he moves back up to Max’s strange, handsome face.
“Daniel,” Max says. His eyes are wide. Daniel pushes his thumb into the freckle on Max’s upper lip.
“Wanted to do that for a while,” he says, and bends his mouth to it. Their lips fit back together. Max’s mouth is hot under his. His arms come up to wrap around Daniel, hitching himself up to kiss him harder.
He’s making the same noise again, the one from the beach, high and needy even through the kisses. Daniel touches the curl of Max’s ear, kisses the corner of his mouth.
“Can I fuck you,” he asks into the stubble there.
Max has two little zits on his jaw. Daniel knew him when he was covered in them, his voice cracking halfway through his sentences, his body just skin wrapped around talent. [me banging pots and pans: HE THINKS HE KNOWS EVEYRTHING ABOUT MAX!!!; also i love the phrase 'skin wrapped around talent' and i really think it describes 17 year old max]
He pulls back and looks at Max. He’s flushed, biting at the lip Daniel was just sucking into his own mouth.
“Max?” he asks, when Max pauses for a beat longer than he expected. “Have you—have you done that before?” [i was looking for a way to get max to feel like he had to tell daniel about the gangbang. i didn't think he would feel morally obligated to, because i don't think that's how max works--and if he did, or if he was worried about stis or something, he would have told daniel before they got this far. so max was NOT planning on telling him. (max: of course it is none of his business what i did before i knew he wanted to be with me.) and i needed an in-character way to get the information out there in a sex-scene-interrupting confession--that's what brought me to this virginity kink moment, because it would be very in character for max to CORRECT daniel about something. it also let me do sort of a play on the usual maxiel experience level tropes that i love so much :)]
The thought that maybe Max hasn’t is unexpectedly consuming. Daniel’s never thought about it much before, with other people, but other people don’t look at him the way Max does. Like a single dirty joke is a comedic revelation. Like Daniel is something entirely original. If having sex with Max was like that, it would be— [here i was diving down the virginity kink path as another sort of bait and switch for both daniel and the reader--setting up an expectation for the kind of fic this would be so that i could interrupt it]
Max’s forehead is creased with something like worry. “What?” he says, and opens his mouth, but Daniel beats him to it.
“It would be hot,” he says, touching Max, smoothing down the place where he’s wrinkled up in confusion. “It’s okay, if you haven’t.”
“I’ve had sex,” Max says. He makes the worried face again, and then he lets go of Daniel where he’s wrapped around him and squirms away, until he’s sitting up against the headboard of the bed.
“I didn’t know you would think—” he says, and pauses, which is un-Max-like. [the very first moment of max not being the exact person daniel expects him to be...] “I should tell you something.”
“Uh,” Daniel says. “Okay.”
He braces himself. With Max it’s either going to be something fucking insane or so normal that the weird part is Max making a big deal out of it.
“I had sex with all of the mechanics, after the season,” Max says. “And also last year.” [i loved thinking about how max would syntactically confess to a gangbang and i think the little added detail on the end--he just wants to explain fully--is very him]
“Haha, Max, what,” Daniel says, his voice weird in his ears. It’s a bizarre joke. It makes Daniel think about—the image of it. [this scene was complicated because daniel needed to freak out but ALSO, despite himself, find it hot, so i'm trying to set that up here.] Max is still talking.
“Of course I have had sex other times too,” like he’s still answering Daniel’s original question. “But if you think—if you wanted it to be that I never have before, that’s not—”
He’s red-faced but he’s looking right at Daniel. It feels eerily like being back in a debrief with him after a bad race; Max daring anyone to tell him that he did the wrong thing, stubborn in the face of all the evidence otherwise. Except that this isn’t—Daniel can’t understand. [this is really a fic about knowing someone--even in this moment of max surprising daniel completely, he's doing it in a way that calls back these moments of deep history between them.] He tries one more time to bring them back to the easy reality of a few minutes ago; Max bantering with him before the sex that they were always supposed to have, the thing that’s been waiting for them for years now. [the romantic first-time fic this was supposed to be, etc]
“You don’t have to convince me you’re that experienced, baby,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “I’d be okay with a normal number of people, a gangbang is a little over the top.” [daniel finding safety in making everything a joke!]
It’s the wrong thing to say. Max’s face goes flat. He pushes himself further away from Daniel, off the bed, and then he’s crossing his arms.
“This was a bad idea, I think,” he says. He looks at Daniel and bites his lip, and then he shakes his head, briefly, like an answer to a question Daniel didn’t hear.
When he shuts the door behind him it’s too loud in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” Daniel says, to the ceiling, and then again louder, remembering the hesitancy in Max’s voice, the look on his face. I should tell you something.
Daniel’s used to laughing his way through the awkwardness of Max’s confessions. The time his father stabbed a mechanic in the hand with a fork. What Helmut said to him in a meeting when he was fifteen [a reader asked me what helmut said and i have no idea, haha. something very gross and offensive!]. It’s because when you react, when you make it a big deal, Max shuts down.
But those things weren’t—they were bad, obviously. [this is a key moment of daniel coming around to it--he recognizes that it's not the fact of a gangbang that's upsetting him. so what is? (the answer isn't in this scene but it's that he didn't know max the way he thought! he got something wrong he thought he would succeed at--he failed at something--knowing max--he used to be good at, etc)] Sore spots in Max’s life that he wanted Daniel to think were funny or easy or fine. And this is—if it really happened, Daniel thinks, and pictures it again, suddenly, nebulous but white-hot across the center of his brain, Max in the middle of a group of mechanics, their hands on him, his face slack and overwhelmed—he blinks away from the image [again, it's key to the fic that he DOES find this very hot]. If it happened. If it happened, then Daniel tried to make it into a joke and Max didn’t—that wasn’t what he wanted.
It wasn’t a joke, to him, Daniel thinks [this is where this scene needed to go in order to move out of the transitional hinge moment of the fic--daniel realizing that he's hurt max somehow, and he needs to go find him to fix it, is what literally moves the characters to the next scene and moves daniel emotionally towards wanting to hear about it and understand], and then he gets up from the bed.
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ectoplasmicsoda · 4 months
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A little blip of honeysuckle!Jazz !!
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thecoziestbean · 4 months
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Cozy Writes
A list of all of my in progress and completed works on ao3.
In Progress
The Venus of Valinor | Haladriel | E | 9/13 | 49.6k
meet me at the edge | Haladriel | E | 4/? | 39.6k | dead dove
Completed
Missed Connections | Haladriel | G | 2/2 | 394
My Way or the Highway | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 6.6k
Hellbrand & Ghouladriel Week Drabbles | Haladriel | T | 8/8 | 800
Looking Glass | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 2.2k | dead dove
Haladriel Winter Solstice Ficlets & Drabbles | Haladriel | M | 5/5 | 641
The Wishing Tree | Celia/Marco, The Night Circus | G | one-shot | 2k
run through the forest (settle before the sun) | Halsin/F!Reader, BG3 | E | one-shot | 6.8k
sharp as a razor, sweet as honeysuckle | Haladriel | E | 6/6 | 11.9k
A Lust for Light | Haladriel | E | one-shot | 6.5k
a waking dream | Halsin/F!Reader, BG3 | E | one-shot | 1.9k
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gradienty · 9 months
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Sweet Corn Honeysuckle (#fce991 to #eafd8a)
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b-blushes · 10 months
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garden updates from today (:
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faguscarolinensis · 2 months
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Lonicera fragrantissima / Sweet Breath of Spring at the Coker Arboretum at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill in Chapel Hill, NC
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Today's Haiku with Picture 672
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Sweet scent
Before you know it, it's fragrant
Honeysuckle
甘い香
気づけば立てり
スイカズラ
(2023.05.14)
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rouge-the-bat · 9 months
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i always have fun hearing what different things ppl like, so! reblog n tag what sort of scents you like best!
my favorites are always sweet scents- whether its desserty, fruity, candy, or floral! 🎂🍓🍭🌹 its my absolute jam!! it can be nice if it has a bit of a smokey scent to it too, like with sweet-smelling incense! (currently have a raspberry rose incense burning right now owo) and my all-time fave body spray is defintely the cotton candy champagne one i got from bath n body works!
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anneliesembsims · 4 months
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In family updates: Azure's son Surf became a child, and Cerulean's daughter's Honeysuckle became a toddler.
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selflearningbotany · 1 year
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Birth Month Flowers
January - Carnation & Snowdrop
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February - Violet & Primrose (aka Primula)
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March - Daffodil & Jonquil (aka Narcissus)
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April - Daisy and Sweet Pea
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May - Lily of the Valley & Hawthorn
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June - Rose & Honeysuckle
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July - Larkspur & Water Lily
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August - Gladiolus & Poppy
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September - Aster & Morning Glory
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October - Marigold & Cosmos
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November - Chrysanthemum
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December - Narcissus (aka Daffodils or Jonquil) & Holly
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So, I’ve been having fun writing (when I can ;-;) with Apis over on their NSFW blog, so I decided to make a little art piece for them and some of Asterius’s court! The image is under the cut and suggestive, so be mindful of that.
Enjoy! :D
So, the lovely folks in @the-princes-court court are: Eric from @threeoclockads Yancy from @late-night-cabaret Merrick from @merrick-of-violet And of course Oliver from here :)
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thecoziestbean · 28 days
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Cowgirl up! The last chapter is here!
sharp as a razor, sweet as honeysuckle
ch. 6: call me back to you
haladriel rodeo au | E | 11.9k | 6/6
Read on ao3
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fadedgilt · 10 months
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The air is drunk with lilac and honeysuckle
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epsi-l0n · 1 year
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patiently waiting for all of the honeysuckle to start growing bc i fucking love it
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weezlbot · 2 years
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tag yourself gondor edition (plus Eomer because I felt like he should be included)
no Denethor, sorry. I know he was a good ruler at one point, and apparently a decent guy, but I still can’t fully forgive his actions at the end of his life (abandoning the fight against Sauron to mope, trying to kill his surviving son in multiple ways). 
aragorn elessar. white marble. silver crowns. studying politics. achieving your goals. horses. healing hands. self-confidence to a fault. the smell of smoke and honey. heirlooms. stars. velvet. cotton. gold and silver embroidery. shining towers. flags billowing in the wind. leather boots. emeralds.
lady arwen. diamonds. silk. soft skin. dating a few years younger than you are. pink lipstick. studying psychology. strawberry jam. sweet drinks. wine. pink and blue. the stars. sleeping as a cope. marrying rich. marrying powerful. 
eldarion. the weight of the past. the weight of the future. family heirlooms. green kunzite. you aren’t your father and you hate that. high towers. marble. shining silver. the sun on snowy peaks. the mountain wind. rocky streams. stories. poetry. songs. 
faramir. large books. empathy. flowers. shining swords. light reflecting on water. warrior poet. a bit of trauma. dandelions. mountain streams. pine. earth. nerd/jock. poetry. daddy issues. the desire to learn. loving stories. dominant women. missing an older sibling. 
eowyn. dirty white dress. loving older men. hating being cared for but really needing to be cared for. daddy and mommy issues. SSRIs. painful pasts. your boyfriend is smarter than you but you’re stronger than him. nerd/jock. the 500 pound club. your appearance belies your strength. says “strong independent woman” unironically.
imrahil. shining armor. bright swords. loud singing. brotherhood. family. basic first aid. the smell of mint. ornate bracers. fighting for your hometown. raising kids. dancing. ale. wine. mead. dad energy. wisdom. respect for intelligence.
lothiriel. citrine. rubies. sapphires. being with your cousins. respect for soldiers. strong female friendships. horses. leather and cotton. sweet bread. running away. mountains. dark granite. marble. exploring nature with a loved one. the breeze across open fields. being swept off your feet. 
eomer. white horses. leather armor. being homeschooled. loving dark hair. leather boots. caring for your siblings. doing cardio. being confident in your beliefs. rolling fields of gold. dark granite. mountains. wooden huts. walls and castles of dark stone. open skies with a few puffy clouds. cool breezes. mead.
legolas. leaf jewelry. emeralds. wooden beads. honeysuckle. wine. crown braids. gold. shades of green. braided sandals. pale blue seas. the sun. the stars. silk. cotton. light colored leather. loving redheads. fruit and rich bread. water on skin. the smell of the forest. the ocean breeze. loving the wilds, all of it, as long as it lies under the light.
gimli. pink granite. crystals. hammers. axes. rock collections. unrequited love. loving golden hair. the ground. the earth. the stone. wanting older women. working with your hands. studying the trades or studying crafts. being your father’s child. ale. drinking a bit too much.
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butcheredtongue · 1 year
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Thinking about the new hozier lyrics. Like some kind of faggot.
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