#but this took an embarrasingly long time to write

[nottswitch]

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠?)

summary: your last night in italy, your last chance to remember this vacation forever

pairing: theo nott x reader

warning: 18+ smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), spanking, choking, dirty talk, degradation/praise, mentions of alcohol, tipsy sex, smoking, broken Italian, modern!au, muggle!au

wc: 3.9k

a/n: it’s been a long time coming!! finally officially writing for theo. inspired by honey (are u coming?) by måneskin <3

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The air of the summer night was almost chilly, but only almost – the temperatures in the south of Italy are usually high at this time of year. However, it didn’t stop you from shivering as a light breeze of wind brushed against your skin, flushed from all the alcohol you had consumed in the last couple of hours. It wasn’t even that much in quantity – it was more so the mixture between the different kinds of it creating a heady haze in your direct and peripheral vision. And now, you were standing behind the club, having come out for a breather and a brief clearance of your mind. Your friends were still inside, lost somewhere between the dancing bodies, and you didn’t care enough to let them know you were heading out.

“Scusa, signorina, ha un accendino?”

You were shaken out of the blankness of your thoughts by a deep voice coming from somewhere behind you. You didn’t know what it said, since you weren’t the assigned interpreter of the group and knew jack shit about Italian. Slowly and cautiously, you turned your head to look at the source of that profoundly attractive voice. The man was standing a bit further away, still hidden by the shadows, so you couldn’t see his face clearly.

“Ciao?”

In your dumbfounded state, it was the only thing your brain could conjure up. The sole Italian word you knew for sure and could safely produce, besides the pizza names, of course. But if you started spurring them out – that would be deathly embarrassing.

The silhouette let out a low chuckle. He took a step further, and the light of a street lamp finally let you see the face of the mysterious voice. Your mouth was slightly agape as you studied his features: cheekbones that looked sharper than they probably were, emphasized by the shadows of the night; a cap of dark curly hair, messed up by hours of dancing in the club and the breeze that was currently ruffling it; his lips, rather… full and strangely inviting.

“Shit, I thought this line would work.”

Once again, his voice pulled you right out of your reverie. You realized that he was speaking English now, and his accent made the language sound tenfold more charming than it needed to be.

“What?” you asked, immediately feeling sheepish as you said it. It wasn’t hard to notice that you’d been standing there shamelessly ogling him while he tried to converse.

The previous chuckle of his turned into a laugh. The stranger stepped even closer, so close that you could distinguish a couple moles on his face, and his eyes… they were something else entirely. You tried your best to blink away the incoming clouding of the mind – it was simply dangerous to stare into them too much.

“I asked if you had a lighter,” he explained, taking a pack of cigarettes and his own lighter out of his pocket. “This line usually works.”

He lit up the cigarette, taking quick inhales until the tip started burning orange. Then, he took a deep drag, hollowing out his cheeks and making his cheekbones appear even more prominent. You watched in awe as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, deliberately blowing it out in the opposite direction.

“But you-” you tried to say, your voice embarrasingly cracking and making you clear your throat. “You have a lighter,” you finally uttered, rubbing your throat with your fingers and swallowing a lump slowly starting to form there.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just a conversation starter,” he explained with another low chuckle. You felt like you were five and he was you kindergarten teacher, explaining the reason the sky was blue. “And it did start the conversation, no?”

You smiled nervously, fumbling with your necklace. The stranger noticed your tensed up state and his expression softened from playful to friendly and approachable.

“Theo,” he said, holding out his hand. “Well, Theodore, actually, but only my mother calls me that when she’s angry,” he joked, his lips spreading in a wide smile.

You introduced yourself as well, feeling much more comfortable with his gaze warmly resting on your eyes. His hand was bigger than yours, softer than you expected and felt like a pillow. Once your palms connected, he wrapped his fingers around yours and instead of a handshake, lifted your hand to his lips to plant a kiss on its back.

Your cheeks flushed instantly at the feeling of his lips on your skin. They were so soft that a need to feel them on your mouth made itself known in the depths of your stomach. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, but didn’t pull your hand away when his lips lingered there for a few seconds longer than necessary.

“So, bella,” he started, letting go of your hand, “what are you doing alone outside of a club at…” He glanced at his wristwatch. “…at five in the morning?”

“My friends are still inside,” you explained the ‘alone’ part, “and I just came out for a breather. Our flight is in six hours and we’re probably not going to sleep,” you added with a scoff. At that point, a sleepless night didn’t sound as enticing as it did just a day before.

“A flight?”

Theo tilted his head, taking another drag of the cigarette. You swore you were hallucinating, but you could hear a slight hint of disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah, we’re flying back home,” you replied with a sigh, also feeling disappointed for some reason. It was rather unfair, you thought, that as soon as you met a perfect picture of a man, you had to leave him behind, in a country so foreign to you.

“Damn…”

Theo let out a humorless chuckle, exhaling a plume of smoke and running his hand through his hair, letting the curls gracefully fall on his forehead afterwards. He noticed the curious glance you gave him and shook his head.

“It’s nothing, I just-”

He interrupted himself by taking a long drag of the cigarette and shoving his hand in his pocket, as if to stop it from clenching into a fist.

“I just thought I had a chance,” he finished with a white cloud billowing out of his mouth. “You know, to have your number, to take you out and all that…”

You sighed, lowering your gaze to the ground. You actually really wanted to go on a date with this handsome stranger, and life felt even more unfair than just seconds ago, now that you knew that your sudden desire was reciprocated.

“Life’s a bitch, I guess,” you breathed out, biting the inside of your cheek to stop your voice from shaking. You never knew that a simple one-minute encounter outside of a club could affect you that profoundly, yet there you were, wishing you could stay in Italy for at least a day longer.

Theo watched you intently as he kept on smoking, and silence fell between the two of you for a few minutes.

"Can we…?" his voice sounded in the silence of the night.

"Yeah," you breathed out before he could even finish the sentence. You knew exactly what he was implying, and you would probably die before you missed the chance to skip all the unnecessary steps and just outright go for it.

You could see Theo grinning and tilting his head back a little as another cloud of thick white smoke wafted above him. He threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with the tip of his shoe, all while his shining eyes were fixed on you, and you realized that your own lips perfectly mirrored his wide smile. Theo took a couple of steps towards you, the proximity between your bodies’ letting his warmth envelop your front. His hand hovered next to your waist while his eyes searched yours, silently asking for permission. Your nod was more than enough; you barely had time to breathe in before Theo’s lips were on yours, his hand firmly gripping your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. On instinct, your own hands ended up on his shoulders, stabilizing yourself, as your knees seemed to have a mind of their own and suddenly wanted to buckle.

Naturally, Theo tasted like cigarettes and a hint of alcohol; his scent invaded your senses with male cologne and something citrusy on top of that. His hands held you up, one of them leaving wrinkles on the thin fabric of your tank top, and the other one – caressing you flushed cheek with his thumb. You let out a soft, shaky moan when you felt his tongue gliding against yours and got a response in the form of another moan, but lower – from him. It sounded heavenly, and you found yourself wanting to pull more of this out of him.

Both of you were breathless when you mouths finally separated, a thin strip of saliva stretching out between your shiny, sloppy lips. A second later, it was cold and dripping down your chin, and Theo laughed, pressing his thumb to your skin to wipe off the mess.

"There’s a place, not far from here," he whispered, leaning in so that his lips would lightly brush against your ear.

"Whatever you say," you answered, closing your eyes and trying to gather the last bits of self-control not to jump on him right then and there. Maybe it was the previously consumed alcohol, maybe it was just him.

The corner of Theo’s mouth turned up at the sound of your voice, still a bit breathless and, undoubtedly, needy. He placed a teasing, promising kiss under your ear, eliciting a quiet but sharp breath from you, and pulled away, sliding his hand down your body, from your waist to your hand. Your fingers intertwined, and before you knew it, you were getting all but dragged along the cobbled street.

"Theo," you whined, tugging at his arm to at least slow him down a notch. "My heels!" you said, raising your voice a bit when the guy didn’t stop at all, as if he hadn’t heard you.

Theo turned his head, following your downturned finger and noticing your high-heeled sandals.

"Ah, piccola mia," he cooed, shaking his head in mock disappointment. You didn’t know what he said, but in your mind, his amused smile couldn’t have meant anything bad. In a split of a second, you were picked up, bridal style, your body pressed to Theo’s chest, your legs helplessly dangling in the air. You let out a short, surprised squeal, which made Theo bite the inside of his cheek in order to suppress a loud, hearty laugh.

"That’s much better, hm?" he murmured, observing your widened eyes with a small but cheeky smile on his face and a quirked eyebrow.

You didn’t really have any time to answer – the question was rhetorical, anyway – as he started to walk down the street, his pace a bit faster now that you weren’t slowing him down. You decided not to question and instead, wrapped your arms around his neck. Although, as you had come to notice, his arms provided just enough of a safety net.

The lobby of the hotel had high ceilings, leather couches and air conditioning, which was a nice contrast against you flushed cheeks. Theo didn’t bother lowering you to the ground when you entered, so now you were hiding your embarrassed face in the crook of his neck while the receptionist was checking you in. His cologne was filling your lungs more and more with each passing second, so at some point you couldn’t hold back anymore and started placing soft kisses on Theo’s neck and jaw. You heard the incessant tapping of his fingers against the countertop increasing in frequency and grinned into his skin, realizing that your efforts weren’t in vain at all. His relieved exhale rang out along with the clink of the keys to your room for the night.

As soon as you stepped into the elevator, Theo pressed you against the wall, swiftly grabbing the backs of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. His lips stole a sloppy kiss from yours before latching onto your neck and leaving a trail of saliva down to your collarbone. One of your hands ended up on his shoulder while the other one was eagerly pulling his head into your neck, craving for more of the pleasure his lips were giving you.

The high-pitched sound of the elevator arriving at your floor cut through your lust-filled haze, but Theo was far from willing to let you go even for a minute. He carried you into the corridor and looked around to spot the right number on the door. Thankfully, it wasn’t far. Theo’s pace was hurried, and his lips were stuck to your shoulder all the way, until you heard the key turning and the door opening, at last.

A sharp breath was knocked out of your lungs when Theo pressed you against the other side of door, hungrily swallowing the air coming out of you. His hands immediately went to your ass, firmly gripping the flesh over your skirt. You moaned into his mouth, already feeling the dampness between your legs starting to grow pretty rapidly. Theo smirked against your lips and sneaked a hand up your body, under your tank top. His palm pressed into your breast, his fingers closing around it and giving it a solid squeeze. His lips parted, and you whined in protest when instead of his tongue you suddenly felt just his hot, alcohol-induced breath. You desperately licked into his mouth while he panted, lost in the feeling of your tits and ass sitting so nicely in his hands.

"Cazzo, you feel so good," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

At the feeling of Theo’s strong hands kneading your ass and tits simultaneously you started whimpering, wrapping your arms around his neck and trying to move your hips against his, tightening your legs’ embrace around his waist.

"You’re a needy girl, huh?"

Theo pulled away ever so slightly, just enough to have a good look at his face. He chuckled, trapping his tongue between his teeth while his eyes flicked from yours down to your now swollen lips and back.

"Such a desperate, needy slut," he murmured, his hand leaving your breast and cupping your jaw, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks and making your lips form a pout. As a confirmation of his words, a whimper left your throat, and your pussy started pulsating against the front of his jeans. Your hips started grinding again, and you could barely hold in another round of pathetic sounds when you felt a hard bulge between your bodies.

"Fuck," Theo groaned, for a second feeling nothing but the delicious friction your rapid movements provided. He lowered you to the ground, pressing a quick, firm kiss against your lips before guiding you to the huge, king-sized bed. You didn’t protest; you didn’t want to, and your mind was too far gone at this point. As soon as your legs hit the edge of the bed, Theo didn’t let you fall onto it. Instead, he pressed his palms against your lower back and your stomach at the same time, bending you over in one swift movement – you barely had time to stretch out your arms to support yourself.

Theo took a step back, biting his lips as he took in the sight of you, bent over, a tight denim skirt hugging your curves, your ass high up in the air due to the high heels on your feet. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he came closer again, lifting up your skirt to pool around your waist. You breathing grew more erratic as you felt his hands on your ass, grabbing the cheeks and spreading them open. A sharp slap landing on your right asscheek was a surprise, eliciting half a squeal, half a moan from you; your arousal trickled out of your panties in one wet line, which made Theo almost ecstatic. He gave your ass another slap, relishing your moan as he kneeled behind you, your thighs receiving a smack each as a signal to spread further apart.

If he wasn’t gripping your hips at that moment, your legs would’ve given out right when his mouth was pressed against your soaked panties. A shaky whimper escaped your wide-open mouth, making Theo’s cock throb in the confines of his jeans. In other cases, he would’ve taken his time teasing you, getting his fix of your needy moans and the sweetness between your legs. However, right then he was still somewhat tipsy and painfully hard, which is why your panties were quickly moved aside and his tongue dived straight into your dripping folds. A groan made your skin pleasantly vibrate, and your moans never stopped since, only growing louder and more frequent.

Theo’s tongue lapped up the juices from your cunt, his hands firmly gripping the underside of your ass, his thumbs spreading your inner thighs by pressing into them hard enough to leave bruises. You couldn’t help it - you bent your arms and lowered yourself down to your elbows, because you felt like you’d start shaking at any given moment. And you did, as soon as Theo’s skillful lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and making each and every single nerve shoot lightning strikes of pleasure through your whole body. Your moans and whimpers grew into sobs as Theo continued greedily devouring your aching cunt. The moment he gave your ass another slap, you were done for. Without any type of warning, you came, your hands gripping the sheets so hard they could probably rip.

When Theo heard you getting lost in your orgasm, he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling his own need painfully pulsating between his legs. He stood up, towering over your bent over and already spent form. You couldn’t even turn your head to see what he was doing, but you definitely heard the sound of a zipper being undone. You didn’t have time to dwell on that, as two of Theo’s fingers ended up inside your cunt almost immediately. Your whole body jerked forward, the pain of overstimulation mixing with the pleasure of his fingers stretching out your walls. The next sound was that of a wrapper being opened, and for a quick but very empty moment Theo’s digits left your hole. You whimpered in protest, pushing your ass back in search of friction, and you found it: the tip of Theo’s cock, wrapped up in a condom, slid along your folds up to your clenching and unclenching entrance.

"Cazzo," Theo breathed out, momentarily mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "Such a good girl f’me…" he continued murmuring as he rubbed his tip in circles against your entrance, making you squirm. His hand stopped your erratic movements, grabbing your hip to keep you in place. Once he was sure you weren’t moving anymore, that same hand landed on your asscheek, causing your body to jerk forward once again. "Such a dirty slut."

With one thrust he pushed into you, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force. You let out a sharp, high-pitched scream, immediately flowing into a stuttering moan as you felt the tip of Theo’s cock hitting a sweet spot. He moaned along with you, his head thrown back as he savored the feeling of your warmth and heat squeezing his aching dick. Shameless groans left his mouth with each movement he started moving inside of you, his initially slow pace growing into deep, hard thrusts. You buried your face in the sheets, tugging at them with your hands, desperate for some kind of grounding in reality. Theo’s cock kept hitting different spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had, making your pussy drip even more and causing squelching sounds to waft through the room, along with skin loudly connecting with skin. Theo’s hands landed slaps on your ass from time to time, each squeal of yours following it causing him to groan louder.

Your second orgasm wasn’t far off from the first one – with an especially deep thrust, Theo’s cock hit something entirely uncharted inside of you, making your thighs shake and your cunt clench around him. He fucked you through your climax, barely holding on, until you finally stopped squirming so much. His hand was on the back of your neck in a second, lifting your upper body from the bed and pressing it against his firm chest.

"Feel so good, bella," he breathed into your ear, causing your completely overstimulated body to shiver. This reaction brought Theo closer to his own orgasm, and his thrusts became messier with each passing second. "Gonna come soon," he whispered, lightly squeezing your throat and circling the shell of your ear with the tip of his tongue. You whined pathetically, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your walls clenched around Theo once again.

That did it for him. With a low, raspy moan into your ear, he came, his grip on your hip and throat tightening. His twitching cock made your thighs purse together involuntarily, and your body finally went limp against his chest. Both of you stayed like that for another minute or so, stabilizing your staggered breathing. As soon as Theo felt you calming down, he carefully spun you around and lowered you onto the bed on your back.

"That was…" you breathed out, sinking into the softness of the mattress underneath you.

"Yeah," Theo followed, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when he heard you struggling for words.

You let out a breathless chuckle, propping yourself up on one arm and following Theo’s padding to the bathroom with your gaze. Once he disappeared inside for a moment, you threw yourself back onto the sheets, covering your eyes with your hands and shaking your head in disbelief.

"Me… A one-night stand in Italy…" you murmured under your breath, rubbing your temples with your fingers, as if trying to get a grasp of the situation.

"A one-night stand?"

Theo quirked an eyebrow, heading from the bathroom towards the bed, his jeans all done and zipped again. You gave him a questioning look of your own, wondering what that sly smile of his meant. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to you and, in response, turned the screen of his phone to you. You squinted, trying to see what he was trying to show you, and gave him a skeptical look when you did. He seemed puzzled for a moment before understanding washed over him – of course, how would you understand a text in Italian. He physically facepalmed and pulled the phone away, looking at the screen himself.

"It says that ‘due to inadequate weather conditions, all international flights have been postponed indefinitely," he read nonchalantly, the only thing betraying his inner workings being that same smile you saw earlier. He glanced at you, trying to gauge your reaction to the news and see if you were getting the hint.

You bit your bottom lip, furrowing your brows as you were processing the information. Then, your eyebrows went up, and you lifted your head, meeting his playful eyes with those of your own. As Theo crawled up your body, your fingers were already mindlessly tapping a message to your group chat with your friends.

[swanmaids]

fic writer questions - thanks for the tags, @grey-gazania @curufiin and @thelordofgifs! Sorry that it took so long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 51, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 89,680

3. What fandoms do you write for? At present just Silm and Lotr, but I'm hoping to participate in Yuletide this year and thinking about The Handmaiden, Hustlers, Swan Lake, and The Wolf Den as potential fandoms to offer

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

spirited away (outsider pov legolas/gimli)

post mortem (clinical/epistolary post-second kinslaying)

it takes a village (5+1 SoF and celebrimbor)

the straight road (epistolary legolas/gimli)

the stones wept (orpheus and eurydice au legolas/gimli)

It seems like my most popular pieces are L/G or sons of Feanor. And they ARE fun to write about, so I'm not complaining!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. But sometimes it takes an embarrasingly long time. Because I suck.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? haven (everyone dies) sister sister (everyone dies) if our deed faileth (everyone dies) woe unto worlds end (everyone dies)

Sensing a theme.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? coastin' (Elwing gets her pussy ate by her sexy husband and has an orgasm)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Lol I'm not relevant enough for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes lol. I'm not sure what's meant by "what kind", but I've done F/F, M/M, F/M, F/M/M, M/F/F/F/F and a fairly big variety of kinks so like... most kinds?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, and I'm not a huge reader of them, although I long for a Silm/Succ crossover

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! The lovely @camille-lachenille translated see it fall, child of war into French. You can read it here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I write very slowly and erratically, which I don't think would be fair to any potential cowriter.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Legolas/Gimli is a long term otp and one couple where I really can't see either side with anyone else (if they want to invite Aragorn or Eomer to join for a night I'm not opposed). Elwing and Earendil is another couple that I feel the same about (and I'm also defensive of them as a couple and genuinely see them as an example of some of Tolkien's most romantic writing). I also really like Celegorm/Orome for being basically perfect for my id.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Eeeh. I'm really trying not to officially throw in the towel on any of my wips. It's just taking me a long time...

16. What are your writing strengths? Can I say smut? I think I'm quite good at setting, food, and clothing descriptions too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Any plot that's more complicated than "emotion in space" or "dick in hole". Also actually DOING the writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do it much more than I currently do. Now I feel like it breaks the flow of the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I've said it before but I was really pleased with how one of your girls came out and have reread it a couple of times since publishing. Actually I think I got some writers block after publishing it because I feel like I can't surpass it lol.

This was fun to do! I'm very late to the party so I think most people have been tagged, but if anyone else wants to do it then please go ahead and say I tagged you.

[definitelynotgideon]

This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ This took an embarrasingly long time to write because my brain is frieedddd. Work is getting to be so stressful and in the midst of everything I had a breakdown.

NONETHELESS, MY TUMBLR FRIENDS. I return with even more fluffies lol. I swear to god, i have a plan to move away from this stuff and into the meat of the story. Y'all just have to bear with me. xD

Also, this is an abridged, tumblr friendly version of the chapter. The full version will be linked with warnings; it can be found on Ao3. :3

CW: nudity, slight voyeur behavior? sharing a shower.

Click here for the Ao3 Version.

CW for Ao3 Version: Rated Mature! Make-out scene, implied other activities mentioned. Not Explicit.

Word Count: 2,237

The Demons We Face | Chapter 16, Give and Take

Preview:

Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-” 

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~” 

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair. 

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~” 

The two boys ate well. After having talked, both were feeling better and their appetites showed it. When no one was looking, Genya would teasingly poke Gideon in the side with chopsticks and smirk, feeling Gideon's eyes on him and hearing the squeak that made it all worthwhile. 

Gideon was fucking determined to discover Genya's ticklish spots. He needed to level the playing field. But for the time being he retaliated by stealing bites from Genya's plate. 

In one of those times though, Aoi caught him and scolded him. “If you're hungry, ask for more food, don't take from others!”

Genya never got caught in his antics. Professional big brother knew how to get away with teasing. Gideon scrunched his nose and apologized as Aoi gave Genya replacement helpings. 

Genya said something along the lines of “you'd better be sorry,” only smiling fully victorious at Gideon when Aoi turned back around. To lessen the sting of defeat, he gave Gideon an additional dumpling, slipping his hand down to affectionately squeeze his knee. Gideon was dying to return touch, and finished his meal quickly so that he could shower and then join Genya in his room for sleep. 

He snuck a small affectionate scratch to Genya's back as he passed. “‘M gonna shower, see you in a bit.” Then he left the dining hall and went to his quarters for clothes and his shower supplies.

Genya watched him leave, his eyes following him until he was completely beyond the doorway. He glanced at his food and quickly finished it up, cleaning up his area and wandering out. He went back to his room, gathering up a change of outfit. 

Gideon, meanwhile, had gone into the men's shower. He was blissfully alone, and he was reminded of why he chose odd times to shower. It was just a little awkward to shower with other men around… he felt like if he looked the wrong way at one of them that they would immediately notice and call him out even if it was innocent. 

So whenever anyone else had come into the restroom he would decidedly turn to the wall and not socialize. 

But that wouldn't be happening this evening.

Smiling to himself, he stripped his outfit and set it carefully aside. Starting the shower, he ventured beneath the stream. A few moments passed and he began to sing softly as he worked a bar of soap in his hands.

And he sang sweetly, not aware of the very silent entrance of Genya. 

The mohawked boy had stopped short of the restroom area as soon as he heard the soft cadence. He had entered quietly to confirm it was Gideon. He heard his voice, and recognized it but… he needed to see him too. Wanted to commit it to memory. 

Because his voice resonated off of porcelain tiles, steam from the shower veiled him in intrigue. The scent of his fragrant soap tinted the vapor. Genya could have sworn he was an angel… and he stood rather frozen in place, awe holding his body still as he remained unnoticed.

But then… he accidentally dropped his shampoo bottle. Genya's face turned beet red as Gideon instantly stopped singing and turned to face him like a frightened deer.

Genya crouched to retrieve his bottle and became a bit of a mess in trying to explain himself. He shouldn't have even been doing so, he just couldn't resist… in his defense his intentions were very innocent. He was simply admiring his lover. Definitely not trying to be creepy or invade his privacy. 

He stammered out apologies to Gideon, averting his gaze, even bowing and Gideon shook himself out of his surprised state. 

“Genya, it's okay… Did… did you come looking for me?” 

Somehow Genya's blush got deeper on his face. “Y-yeah I… um. I wanted to make sure you were okay… but I was also… w-wondering if I could …”

Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-” 

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~” 

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair. 

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~” 

The comment makes Genya laugh a little. He crouches to gather up his soap and Gideon can't resist the urge to look at his lover’s body.

His eyes softened. He had… so many scars. Some looked quite deep. Gideon’s own body had a few from fights with demons and just the hazards of being a boy. but Genya's… were more present. 

He'd probably been through so much. Too much to talk about. Genya seems to feel his eyes and looks to him as he stands up fully with his soap in hand. Gideon can't help but to just…move in and hold him close. He's wet from the shower so the feeling is weird for Genya but nonetheless, he laughs a little and wraps his arms around Gideon. 

“Someone is clingy~” Genya lightly teased him. Gideon groaned against his chest and playfully pretended to bite him. 

Gideon then squeezed him and lifted him to put him under the shower stream. “I don't think you dislike it.”

Genya giggled a little as he was moved. “You're right. I'm… happy you want to.” 

It was nice to be wanted. Especially after so much time with very few people. Gyomei had found him first, and had helped him as the father figure he never previously had. And even if there was pain in the aftermath, he loved his brother deeply and wanted to reach him. 

But Gideon was unique. Something he'd not experienced prior. Every touch was so gentle and healing… in some ways it terrified Genya because he'd lost almost his entire family and he could just as easily lose Gideon, Gyomei, Sanemi. Despite that though… Gideon was here now. And wanted to be close to him just as much. 

Gideon gently requested is soap bar. “I'll wash your back,” he offered. Genya must have d drifted away in thought for a moment, but his mauve eyes refocused on his partner. 

“Th-thank you.” He handed him the soap and turned around, closing his eyes and waiting. He felt like a child in a way… probably because he'd not experienced this before. 

Gideon lathers the soap in his hands and takes an appreciative smell. While not exactly what Genya smelled like to him, the hint of warm woodsy fragrance that Gideon noticed on Genya likely came from this bar. He gently scrubbed Genya's shoulders, eyes still on his scars as his eyes swirled with questions he wouldn't ask… deft hands cleansed Genya's back, finally resting on his hips as Gideon blushed. He should probably let Genya take care of everything lower… he didn't want to be invasive.

Genya felt him pause at his hips. Blushing because he knew what Gideon was probably thinking, he turned around to face him. “Thank you love… I- I'll get the rest of me.” 

Gideon went back under the spray as Genya finished soaping up. Gideon had finished up with soap earlier. He reached for his shampoo and Genya reached over gently to pause him. “Could… Could I do that for you? Please?” 

Gideons eyes softened again. That was so sweet of him… he couldn't deny him after he asked so carefully. He nods a little with a small smile and Genya rinsed himself off. He then took up Gideon’s shampoo bottle.

“C’mere, turn around.” He instructed softly. Rubbing his hands together after taking some shampoo up, he worked the lather into Gideon's scalp. Fingertips moved with specific pressure. Genya worked diligently through his strands and especially in his scalp to free up dirt or debris.

Gideon hummed contently. He loved having his hair played with, but this was entirely unique. Genya finished, smoothing the strands out of Gideons face and working them back. 

“Alright, rinsing time.” Gods, his voice was so gentle. The tone of his voice hit Gideon in an oddly specific manner. 

This really was love, wasn't it? Having someone be so careful with him and his heart. His everything. Especially when others had either been complacent or cruel… Genya's love began to take root in Gideon's soul, and Gideon would adore all of his flowers and thorns. 

Once he's rinsed the shampoo out completely, he pushes water away from his eyes and switches Genya spots so he can stand under the warm water. He stands on his toes to kiss him softly, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you. I love you. So much… you make my heart feel so full.”

He rests a moment, simply looking into Genya's eyes with sweet adoration and Genya returns the look. Gideon breaks first, looking to Genya's stuff on the shower floor. “Your turn. I'd like to wash your hair too, please.” 

Genya watches him gather the shampoo and gives him a smirk. “Need me to kneel or something for you, shorty?~” 

Gideon growls playfully. “I'm not that short! But… yes. It'd be helpful. Um… maybe not kneeling though. Might not be the most comfy.”

Surely there was a stool or something around… Gideon looked and found one in one of the private showers, meant for higher ranked residents. 

“...There.” he walks over as Genya hisses, as if someone else is even in the bathroom.

“Gideon no that's not something we can use!” 

Gideon returns with it anyway. “Oh please. I don't understand why we can't use tools equally. I get the respect thing but no one is going to notice this being missing for a few moments.” 

It was true. All of the Hashira had their own estates anyway. “Besides. Don't you… technically out rank me? A higher ranked slayer is using the stool. Logic.” He beamed, setting the stool down and patting it. “Sit your fine ass down.” 

Genya chuckles a little but ultimately sits. “I do? I didn't know I outranked you.” 

Gideon lifted his wrist and said “show me my rank,” and the wisteria engraving became visible. “Tsuchinoto. And you're a Hinoto.”

“...You work just as hard as any slayer, why are you lower in rank? Didn't you pass final selection before me? You were in Aoi’s class right?”

“Yeah… the reason for that is, my fighting style didn't lend itself to katana wielding very well. I'd survive battles, but my swordsmith hated me because I kept breaking swords. On the fourth one, he refused to make me another katana. Said I needed to rethink what I'm doing. And… after a little while… I thought of how I was fighting and how it lended itself more towards melee. So… I asked for something heavier and we agreed on the hammer.”

Gideon shrugged as he leaned Genya back to wet his hair. “It set me back quite a bit because I had to learn a new style of fighting. But it was well worth it. It's nearly impossible to break the hammer. Its handle, maybe. But not the steel.”

“Huh. Well that makes sense,” Genya mused. He pictured the frustration Gideon must have gone through trying to come into fighting styles. He could empathize a little. 

Gideon starts to shampoo his hair, rhythmic passes raking through his mohawk and gentle scrubs to his shaved sides. He also paid attention to Genya's scalp, using careful nails to work the soap in and loosen unwanted stuffs.  

He found that he was enjoying himself. He'd never shampooed anyone's hair before, besides his own. Plus… sharing this with Genya was filling his heart even more with each passing moment. He finished, rinsing his hands but draping himself over Genya's back for just a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around him and kissing his bare shoulder. 

“You're ready to go. Let's get you up and rinse you.” 

He made his way in front of Genya just in case he needed help off of the sitting stool. Genya took his hand regardless, letting him pull him up even if he wouldn't have had trouble. Genya ventured under the stream to rinse out his hair, and Gideon returned the stool to the private shower. 

Venturing back to the shower, Genya couldn't help but watch him and appreciate Gideon’s form. Gideon would be lying if he insisted he wasn't stealing glances of Genya's naked body too. Gideon caught him looking; he made it a little bit obvious because Genya met his eyes and turned red as he looked away..

He hummed as he came back to wrap his arms around Genya. “Still so easy to fluster. Adorable~” 

They finished up with the shower, turning the water off and drying with towels provided. Teasing each other the whole time, they made their way back to Genya’s room to retire for the night.

[lgcmax]

hi guys !! okay i talk way too much so i am going to try to make this veeery quick but basically this is a very big plot call !! i would’ve posted this earlier but i just finished 2gether and got emo so i needed some emotional recovery first lmao !! anyway yes this is a starter call for quite literally eeeeeeeverything. but this is also a note that unless our thread is a few weeks old or newer, i am dropping all threads for max ! i think a big part of my lack of muse is clinging to old threads so i’m gonna start new ! anyway on with the starter call !

edit: i’m realizing i didn’t really preface this with something so if you could either message me, comment, or like this post to let me know you’re interested in one of these or just plotting in general that’d be great !! but please like if you want to plot because sometimes people like and i can’t tell if they want to plot or not lol !!

also if you’re tagged and are like - we already talked about plotting I’M SORRY i just wanted to tag everyone so i could have it in the same place ! and i’m getting to my ims soon yay !

and also - if we have not ever plotted or we started and never really finished please don’t be afraid to reach out !! chances are if i didn’t respond i genuinely forget, it’s been a year oijoijoiji, but on top of that i really also want some new interactions for max anyways !!

PROJECT ORIGIN.

first up !! i haven’t got anything for this yet but i’m sooo excited to get something going so please do plot with me !! i promise i’m gonna respond this time okay, i’m a changed woman oijoijoifjioefoi

hotel threads ! put max in a large building where he’s free to run around ?? chaos is bound to ensue. someone join him pretty please ! even if they’re not a daredevil like him, it could be fun ! and his roommates are - @lgcxking , @lgcxhaneul​ , & @lgchyunjin !!

also someone ( same - gendered ) please tour the city with him !! he wants to explore somewhere he’s never been before, so top choices are probably bangkok, singapore, tokyo, & jakarta !! but also if there’s a muse from one of the cities that wants to show him around that’d be great too !!

any other cute things for the video !! when i tell you max is down to do anything he is down to do anything !! it could be as serious as having a heart to heart and as out there as doing flips in random places together !! but i want to leave it free to decide based on what muse he makes it with !

i’m not opposed to doing multiple / general project origin threads either, even fi they don’t count for points ! this is an important part of our muses lives so it’d be fun regardless of what they do !

BABYSITTING SERVICES.

okay so i am SO HYPE you don’t understand the idea of my chaotic kid with other possibly chaotic smaller kids makes me so happy ... so this is gonna be fun !!

i feel like this is really unnecessary of me to tag you when i could just m,essage you odijwoiwddijw but i wanted everything in one place so @lgcnathan​ i’m excited to plot with you !! 

CHARITY DAY.

okay so ... today definitely isn’t the first day i realized this was going on hahahahahaha !!!! umm .... anyways yes this is very cute and here’s what i was thinking for max !

so max will be living it up at the water park ... though not really ! honestly, he read “ waterpark ” and thought he was just gonna be living it up on waterslides but he really didn’t realize children were in the equation !! 

so on the way there he learns he also is going to have to work to entertain kids, which seems like a hassle at first, until he realizes that’s what he was born to do ??

so we could have our muses doing a horrible cover during the singalong portion, max will swear he’s killing it while he sounds like a dying parrot - 

maybe they have to encourage a scared kid to ride the water slide, even thought hey might be scared themselves ??

someone to have fun with after the event at the waterpark ?? bonus points if they wait until the last minute to leave and have to run to make the bus !!

GENERAL PLOT IDEAS.

just some other ideas for those who don’t fit within those requirements / didn’t find anything they wanted for their muse in the other ideas !! it is a little hard for me to think of things since he’s gonna be on tour for a while but i’ll try my best to include everyone !! :)

someone he can facetime during the nights on tour when he’s a.) super overwhelmed b.) wants someone to talk about his day with c.) just goof around after a long day, if they aren’t there with him physically !!

someone willing to teach him a language to help him out when he’s on tour, so if they speak indonesian, mandarin, cantonese, japanese, tagalog, thai, and i think that’s all ?? but basically any language of the cities they’re touring !! in return, he’ll teach you english, or even french ! this doesn’t have to be a project origin muse !

this is so random BUT max still does not know how to cook like .... anything but mac n cheese so if there’s any cooking muses that would help him out he will love you forever !!

as always, anyone who can help him improve in basically anything but rapping would be appreciated !! i would say rap too but it’s so rare he takes advice from other people bc he’s very prideful & stubborn when it comes to that 

enemies !!! frenemies !!! i don’t care give me the tea !!!!! i know not everyone likes him !!!

[paladinscleric]

how do you feel about people who write nsfw about st/it kids (aged up though!)

hi nonnie! i’ve got a lot of jumbled thoughts on this, i hope i’ll manage to write them down somewhat coherently.firstly, i’ve got a small problem with aged up fics in general: i personally struggle with imagining them as older versions of themselves. i just.. can’t do it. or it takes a lot of effort on my part and i have to interrupt my reading flow a lot bc i catch myself imagining them younger again. add to that a nsfw aspect and it can get.. weird and uncomfortable for me. that’s why i haven’t read explicit fics in these fandoms yet (apart from a few stoncy ones). if a fic is really well written and takes time describing their growing-up process i’m fine with nsfw stuff being mentioned or even written about a bit if it’s not too explicit, because then i feel as if i’ve got a tighter grasp on their aged up versions (i’ve read a byeler and a reddie fic like this and they were both fantastic). but if i read the word dick or cock too many times i nope out of there quickly bc it makes me uncomfortable. in my mind they are all still so small and young and i don’t want to imagine them involved in sexual activities. i do think people can write nsfw fics with aged up characters, but i’ll probably not read them. i find it strange, however, if there are fics which focus heavily on explicit sexual content and not much else bc it always arises the question for me wether they can really imagine them as older versions while writing and/or reading it. plus, there are so many fandoms with adult ships that you don’t have to age up that have amazing nsfw fics - so imo, if you’d like to read smut, you could go look for it somewhere else instead of ageing up characters who are currently kids. all the characters from st and it have such interesting lives, struggles, hopes, relationship dynamics etc. that’s much more interesting to me than smut. ..still, i’d say.. people can write whatever they like (as long as it’s not actual harmful, illegal content obviously). if i don’t want to read it, then i can just scroll past. 

[uwua3]

#1. more than a friend

♡ hyodo juza + happy ending ♡

for ☆: nids!!! (nidhi)

notes ♡: !!! this will focus on the morning transition to afternoon setting i pictured for this submission :D i love you, nidhi!!! i hope you enjoy this~ (i will be doing various game genres and this hogwarts–themed fantasy world stuck with me the most on this one!) + (i... i can’t put this under ‘read more’??? will try again later!)

game concept: best friends to lovers trope, fantasy, magic school

music ♪: crush – tessa violet

You woke up to the faint rustle of autumn leaves falling outside, the blurred hues of orange, red, and yellow passing by in the wind. It was nearing Halloween, must explain why your village felt like a ghost town. Cobwebs you swore you removed remained still in unexpected corners of your cottage, items floated around the bustling kitchen on their own accord, multiple sets of pots and potion ingredients were laid out from last night’s studying. Of course you forgot to clean up, you’d deal with it later. A witch in training didn’t have time for anything else besides passing your classes at Ouka Academy.

Speaking of, you had class this morning.

You were a student at Ouka Academy, one of the few prestigious witchcraft academies. As a third year, you had known the ins and outs of magic at this point, preparing for higher–level education to further your practice of healing spells. With your typical cloak and uniform to protect yourself from the bite of the chilly autumn wind, you fastened the collar and grabbed your wand since first year as you left. Too bad you couldn’t cast magic outside of the school, it would’ve been so easy to apparate by the chimney network once you were of age. You pushed the dried leaves off your transportation, hearing the crunch beneath your dress shoes as you hopped on.

At least, you had your trusty bicycle to go to school with.

No type of magic could’ve made your childhood bike any better, but you couldn’t get rid of it. Nostalgia, maybe. It squeaked as you pushed it onto the dirt path, thankful the rain had dried the night prior. Like clockwork, you avoided the holes as the grey clouds continued passing through the sky. It was going to rain again, but that didn’t stop you as you pedaled through the piles of leaves.

“Aish... causing mischief again?” You heard up ahead, not bothering to give your friends the time of the day as you made an inappropiate hand signal towards the mismatched group. You slowed down as you saw him staring blankly at you unintentionally, using the moment to flick Juza in the middle of his forehead with a grin. Juza blinked rapidly, nearly stumbling back as he returned back to earth. You were already laughing at him, hopping off your bike as you punch his arm.

“Didn’t expect me so soon?” You joked as Juza barely registered your voice, instead moving to walk alongside your bike as he began pulling it towards the school. He always did this, said something about how weak your arms were and you needed a break. You remained next to him as Juza shrugged, glancing down at you with a small smile. He tried to hide it by straightening his expression, but you knew better than anyone he was surprised by your presence.

“Don’t be so smug, I was about to make sure you weren’t asleep.” Juza didn’t react to you pushing him, used to your childish antics towards him. You stretched your arms above your head, closing your eyes for a second to take in the scenery. The low hum of the jack o’ lantern candles lining the streets made the air feel much warmer, the satisfying crunch of the autumn leaves beneath your feet made you aware of every step you took, the rustling above felt akin to waking up that morning. It was dewy, but refreshing as you took a deep breath in. Juza spared a look again, smiling once again when he saw how relaxed you were. The moment you opened your eyes, his head snapped forward as he coughed into his fist.

The chatter of your friends for life were ahead of you, it was a pattern. They always moved a little bit faster, or maybe you and Juza were the ones hanging back. Either way, they didn’t say a word about it even as you walked beside Juza in silence. You realized you didn’t respond as you pulled onto the strap of your bag, keeping your hands busy as you had a teasing grin on your face.

“Come on, you’d wait for me anytime of the day!” An extra sentence fell silent upon your tongue as you ignored it, trying not to reveal because you’d the same for him. A quiet, but comfortable, atmostphere hung between you two as you missed the way Juza nodded and his hands gripped the handle bars a bit tighter.

“I would, for you.” Juza muttered as you took your bicycle to lock it, standing at the entrance of the academy’s gates with his hands in fists. You didn’t hear him, he’d never let you anyways.

Each class was tiring, in a way. Exams were coming up to specifically designate students of each house their ranking. Passing meant higher level classes, you thought miserably as you hurried out of the history of magic classroom. Your hand ached from holding the quill for so long, taking notes was a chore. Passing by the student body, you quickly walked to your next class to avoid being late. You were about to enter your transfiguration room before you bumped into a familiar flash of purple, about to apologize before noticing Juza’s widened yellow eyes staring down at you.

“Hurry up, you’re gonna be late.” You teased as Juza rolled his eyes fondly, knocking his fist gently against your forehead. You knew he was intimidating, but he really had a heart of gold. He always stayed behind to help professors move back books and items used for the day even if it meant his tardy log was expansive.

“Yeah, yeah, bye.” Juza said, about to pass by you before he fumbled for a random scrap of paper from his scroll, passing it to you without a second glance. “Give this to the professor, something about ingredients list.” Juza vaguely reasoned before disappearing down the corridor, blending into the sea of black robes. You didn’t question a thing, entering the room and making your way towards the aged expert with an air of respect and reverance.

“Professor, Mr. Hyodo requested I give this to you. It’s for the ingredients.” You politely explained, holding out the paper with both your hands. The professor barely looked up from her position at the blackboard, taking the paper and opening it with one hand. She glanced at it before doing a doubletake, narrowing her eyes at you as she gave it back.

“Do not play tricks on me, there’s no reason for your boyfriend to write that to me.” The professor simply said, not giving you any more time out of her day as you returned to your seat, students bustling in in low murmurs as class began. Boyfriend?! Please... you took a moment to debate whether or not to read the paper before opening it anyways, scanning over the three words clearly written in Juza’s neat handwriting.

“See you later.”

You look around to see if anyone noticed, but you pocket the note while sinking in your seat. For some reason, you were nervous. What did that mean? You always saw Juza after school no matter what—what did he mean by “see you later”? You didn’t need a reminder, thank you very much! It’s no big deal, you were overthinking this. He just wanted to pull an impractical prank on you, that’s all. You tried to focus on the lesson, but you kept thinking over and over: “see you later”.

Maybe, this time, it would be different. But... what did you want, then?

You thought of how your hand brushed his this morning, and heard your name get called on. You answered quickly, yet embarrasingly so as your professor watched you disdainfully.

“You? Detention?”

Juza was at the classroom door, ready to pick you up as always but owlishly stares at your defeated frame. You nod, rubbing the back of your neck while gripping the detention slip in your other hand. Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

“Got caught daydreaming in class, I don’t think I can go out today.” You apologize, about to retreat back into the classroom and let Juza leave the corridor before he grabbed your sleeve, looking around inside. Before you could ask what he was doing, Juza hurried inside when he confirmed the coast was clear and bumped his knuckles against your temple gently.

When you flinched and prepared yourself to complain, Juza did it again endearingly with a frown. “You know better than to get in trouble. I’ll help you.” Juza offered, but it seemed like he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Everything you were about to say escaped you as you blankly watched him stack books together like it was nothing. Huh... Juza could’ve done anything with his time this afternoon, but he stayed just to help you with your own punishment?

You guess the daydream was partially his fault, good on him for taking responsibility, even if he didn’t know that. You went across the table to sort papers, listening to the shuffling of parchment in the comfortable silence. It was quiet for a bit, before Juza cleared his throat, staring at the textbook covers.

“It’s not like you to daydream.” Juza commented, and you knew he was right. Especially in class, you made a conscious effort to remain present in class no matter what. You shrug it off, realizing you couldn’t actually tell him the true reason without exposing yourself. But as you ponder on it, you looked up at Juza and the evening sunlight made him glow. For once, you recognize that he was... handsome. Not just your older brother friend, but an actual guy. A guy who would make a great boyfriend—

Another knock to your forehead, although this one was a bit more forceful to snap you out of it. It was your turn to come back to earth, rubbing your forehead with a frown as you pushed his shoulder.

“You were doing it again.” Juza said monotonously, but you knew that was his way of teasing. You laugh awkwardly, and the quiet atmostphete came back. Juza just carried the books to the shelf to place them accurately. But, as he passed, Juza mumbled something that only you were meant to hear in the empty classroom.

“You can always talk to me.”

“What?”

You asked, distracted yet again by his presence alone. Juza started rearranging the shelf, his back towards you as he spoke a little louder.

“No matter what you say, I’ll listen.”

You notice Juza’s ears were reddening, his head ducked as he avoided your gaze. Your best friend was never one for heartfelt statements that made your head spin. You just nod and suddenly, the quiet atmostphere became unbearable.

It’s as if the question of what happened hung in the air, making both of you wonder endlessly. You were becoming restless, the words blurring together and you knew you couldn’t focus until you said something. You sigh, catching Juza’s attention as he turned towards you. Before Juza could reach out and comfort you, his hand froze mid–air as you responded,

“I like you.”

For a moment, Juza’s hand hovered over your shoulder as you refused to look at him.

“When you wrote, ‘see you later’, I realized... I wanted to see you like that but even more—”

“A date.” Juza cut you off, bringing his hand back to his side. You took it as a bad sign and tried to maintain your composure, nodding to confirm the inevitable. How cliché, realizing you had a crush on your best friend this entire time. Before you could tell him to forget about it, Juza spun on his heel to finish organizing with more urgency this time.

Juza realized you were looking at him and turned to fondly roll his eyes despite the blush on his face.

“The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can go on that date.”

You two had never cleaned a classroom so fast in your entire life. When you two got off campus grounds, Juza took your hand this time just like he wanted to do this morning and every time before that.

The next time the professor called Juza your boyfriend, you didn’t correct her and instead smiled.

[bookwyrminspiration]

hello hello its been a few days but i, the dream nonsie, am back! (also my name actually means "dream" irl 👀) personally, i think a silveny flavored popsicle would be cinnamon-y as u said, but also... sparkly? in a way? not- not like actual glitter, thats disgusting, but.. when u eat it it just *feels* magical. not sure if im making sense lol ^^ aww, glad my crazy dream made you happy! :D ask word limit is getting close so imma continue in another ask if thats okay with you! <3 1/?

hello!! welcome back--i gotta admit I was not expecting this, but it's so nice of you and I really appreciate it <33. I hope you don't mind me compiling this all into one post, that way it's just a little more organized. you're entirely welcome to send as many asks as you want, so don't worry about continuing in others! I don't mind at all!

1. oo that's a really cool name meaning!! I always think it's interesting to hear what other people's name mean, or they meanings they've chosen to associate with them (as some have more that one). Quil doesn't really have a meaning, so I love hearing others'!! The only thing I miss about my dead name is the meaning, tbh, because it was pretty !!

also, I can totally imagine the cinnamon/sparkly popsicle. when you say that I immediately think of sparkling water for some reason, like it's not a taste it's a feeling. you put it in your mouth and it's an experience. you're wild dream was probably the highlight of my day!! something about it just stood out and I kept coming back to think about it. long silveny popsicles can do that to you, i guess

2. oopsie! my bad! when someone says writing I usually just default to the wings au, because that's the writing most people know me for. but!! i'm glad you like all the analyses I've done! I don't think they'll be stopping anytime soon--it's like everytime I answer an ask I get two more, which means there will be a steady stream of them for the forseable future. I really enjoy doing them, so I love hearing that people enjoy reading them! they're mostly just me rambling until I find a pattern or connection to latch onto, and then I build from there. and depending on the ask I might grab a book from my shelf to reference something if needed

also: thank you! The wings au is a pretty big project I've wanted to take on for a while, so it's absolutely thrilling to see people interact with it and talk about it--even if they haven't read it. There's absolutely no pressure on you to read it, just so you know! Honestly sometimes baffles me that I've gotten fanart and so many asks and comments on it, enough so that people who haven't read it still know what it is. like?? my wings au?? silly little idea I had all because of one stray thought one day?

as for writing it while taking college classes: yes! that's what I've been doing! I think i've had a combined total of like three weeks of break since January (i don't get summer), but aside from that i've had four or five classes while writing the au. Actually was taking an A&P class (which are notoriously difficult, even more so on summer schedule) this summer while working on it, which was wild. But a lot of the excited comments and theories and general interaction helped motivate me to keep going.

3. it's not dissapointing at all! I don't expect for anyone to read it, it's not something you have to do in order to interact with me and the stuff on my blog. it's just something I happen to be doing so if you like it you're welcome to engage with it! I actually don't read fanfic very often either, which may be surprising as I write it. Occasionally I binge a bunch of fics in a certain ship when I'm in the mood, but that's only once every few months. Ships just don't hold huge appeal for me, so I don't find a lot of fic that interests me. Also wow! mine was one of the first you've heard of?? that's a huge accomplishment to me, thank you! Where did you hear about it? I honestly don't know where people find my au, so I'm curious.

speaking of reading fanfic, Nattie's (theunmappedstar) fic is one of the few I've read! I haven't talked to them in a while, but they're very accomplished and it's an honor to be considered alongside them in terms of writing!

as for committing to mine, feel free to take your time! no rush! it's always going to be there! although I will say it does just keep getting longer, so be prepared for that. I update every two weeks on sunday, so you've got time. if you do read it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. truly, comments and just hearing what people think are the best motivation. it also enriches the story! I never know what's going to stick out to people or what they'll remember, so hearing from people gives me ideas for scenes in the future! I have a general idea of where this au is heading, but a lot of the details have been impacted by theories and comments. You absolutely don't have to though, just if you'd like I'd love to hear

4. thank you so much <33. I'd love to get back more into traditional art, as i've been focusing on digital recently. I just love how watercolors look! I actually have a few art requests from an embarrasingly long time ago (April) that I'd like to do in a traditional style. I also just haven't posted as much art recently, so I'd love to get back into that. Coloring and lighting were mostly me just winging it, trying to imagine a few colors that would look nice next to each other and then just going for it. Also, i cant even count how many times I would accidentally switch up the light source in in the middle of a piece. I actually took an art class a few semesters ago, so I have leftover supplies from that I could use for some keeper pieces! I've had a few ideas, so hopefully your encouragement can help me get back into that <33

the writer and artist thing: thank you!! both writing and art are interests of mine, so it's so cool to get recognized for both!! I remember when I started posting art I was doing it as a "I'll do this for now until I get to the writing" thing and then i accidentally became fairly well-known as an fanartist and i was just there like wait a minute this wasn't supposed to happen. But I love it!! I love doing fanart and I'd love to do more. But I also love writing! i have some ideas for aus and other one shots I'd like to do when the wings au is done, not that I'm trying to hurry that along. I thoroughly enjoy working on the wings au, and i'm not in any rush to get through it.

and don't worry, you have nothing to apologize for!! i'm glad you feel comfortable talking to me! You don't need to be concise or anything, you're welcome to take up as much space and use as many words as you'd like. I think it'd be a little hypocritical if i didn't believe that, considering how long my responses to the asks i get are (partially why they sometimes take a bit to answer). it was very much so a fun read!! I really appreciate you and wasn't even sure how to respond to everything in a way that conveyed that. I absolutely blown away by how genuine and sweet you are

i really loved this ask, and I've reread it several times because it's just so kind. thank you so much <33

[hazbinextgeneration]

A Wife’s Concern(or the reason his wife needs like ten cups of coffee a day-)

(This is a gift for my pal @palettepainter  Since writing is what Im best known for so just a small drabble post. FatGum belongs to whoever owns mha.)

Ah! Japan. Where the worlds greatest heros resided. Where the proudest, the bravest of the brave, the most couragest one prevailed and earned the title of Pro-Hero. The highest honor bestowed upon those who have earned the right to it with blood, sweat, and tears. Many sacrifices are made and mistakes are not an option. It was time to takes ones true place as a future symbol of peace-....Or in his case, groan and reach his hand out lazily trying to shut off the alarm that was blaring next to him. It took a few more times but eventually it struck the clock and the noise shut off. Grumbling, he turned and sunk back into the soft mattress, burying his face under the blankets. He sighed back into the warmth of the bed, but felt something shift next to him. Or more specifically someone. A hand came to give him a few shakes until he poked his head out of said blankets and blinked his tired eyes up towards the one shaking him. His bleary vision soon cleared to see the beautiful red eyes and messy dark hair of the very woman he'd come to love and enjoy the company of for so long. She was smiling down at him and so he smiled in return.

“Hey. You’re up early.”

She seemed not amused by her actions as she glared at him. Bags under her eyes from the amount of work already done. “....You’re supposed to stay in bed.”

He just smiled wider. “Well I am. Though some company would be nice.~”

A small smack to his forehead told him how much she thought of that thought.

“OW! Alright alright.” Reaching a hand up to rub his own head he looked at the angry smaller woman next to the bed. “Something tells me this has something to do with yesterday’s mission.”

“You SNUCK out when you were SUPPOSED to be resting!! Didn’t you forget you were hit by a bloody truck just two days before that! Why would you take off without telling me!?,” she yelled at him. 

Instinctively he held his hands up at her angry face and gave a worried smile. “Because...I was asked to be there?”

“You promised ME!!”

“I know I know. But I wasn’t all that hurt, and they needed help and I was the only one avaible on such short notice! And I can’t say no to the board!!”

“I know but I-...MMMMM!!” She lifted a cup of coffee in her other hand she apparently had the entire time and chugged it down like it was the last coffee in the universe to her. Despite himself he gave an awkward chuckle to her frazzled state and it earned him a glare from her in turn. “Do you think this is funny?!”

“N-No no. Not at all....You just look cute all frazzled lke that. You’re hair’s so fuzzy!” A large hand came down on her head and she made a noise of protest as he did. “Like Mochi when she’s all ruffled up.”

“You’re not taking me serious at all! You’re the reason I have to drink so much caffiene just to keep up with this stressful part of my life!”

.....He chuckled again much to her twitching eye. “It’s because you love me.~”

“No....It’s because I’m your babysitter!”

“if that’s the case.” He leaned forward and reached a hand out.

“Wait. What are you doing- STOP HEY!!” Embarrasingly her face went red as she found herself lifted from the floor by the back of her shirt and pulled around towards her husbands open arms- OH NONONONONO!! She knew exactly where this was going so she began pushing away and wriggling around. “NO!! NO!! I am NOT in the mood for this! TAI!! Do you hear me?!” She was pulled into the smiling menaces lap and held like a baby. “TAISHIRO!!”

“Aw!~ You look so cute ruby red. And what better way to watch me than to sit right next to me.~”

“HMMMMM!!!” She pouted and pointed at him. “This is not what I meant and you KNOW that!”

He smiled wider. “I know. I just like seeing you blush.”

.....Which earned him a few more screams of tiny wife for him.