#redacted guy/honey

[joshusten]

love me in spite (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy and Honey get into an argument early into their relationship.

(angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, fluff)

3k+ words [ao3 link here!] [masterlist]

[CW and notes: swearing, arguing, insecurities, overthinking, breakdowns, descriptive?? crying?? I think??, idk they’re both having a bad time. probably a lot of grammatical errors lmao. also honey is implied to be empowered!!]

Honey doesn't remember the last time they felt like this, but they’ve always known their personality would bite them in the ass someday.

“Aww, is my beloved mad again? Oh, pray tell, which heinous crime did I commit this time, officer? Robbery? Public indecency?” Guy stroked his chin, pretending to rack up his mind on any possible offense he could have made. “Hm…jaywalking?"

“Guy.”

“Oh! Or maybe—just maybe—it was wanting my ever-so-affectionate lover to stop their pretty head from fussing over me?”

"Guy, can’t you take this seriously for once?” 

“But I am! It’s just not that big of a deal, baby! Look, a manuscript can’t just write itself, y’know? Especially one with a little flair from yours truly!”

“You haven’t slept properly for days now, you work overnight most of the time, and on your days off you pull all-nighters writing!” 

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

“Well, this one’s more serious! I haven’t even seen you eat a proper meal and anything I offer you gets left out cold!”

They continued to have a back-and-forth confrontation, voices raising and words getting crueler as time goes on, with both parties not intending to back down anytime soon. Honey thought it was the first time they ever heard Guy let out an actual annoyed scoff and they noticed the slightest change in his demeanor. 

“Jesus, Honey. Of all the times you can finally act like you care for me, why now? Hm?” There was a playful smile on his face. It almost made them believe he was still joking around but his words were laced with an unmistakable annoyance.

But something inside Honey snapped. Their chest tightened at the thought of their partner thinking they didn’t care. They felt themselves flinch from the comment and Guy seemed to notice that too as his smile drops. “Shit. Honey, I didn’t–”

“I’m–,” They scrambled to get their bag, keys, wallet, anything they would need because they just want to be anywhere but here.“I’m going out. Let’s finish this later. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

They didn’t mean that. Didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh. Then again, they don’t mean to sound so harsh most of the time but end up doing so either way. Grumpy. Mean. Intimidating. A common descriptor from most people. But Guy wasn’t like most people. ‘Unless,’ they think, ‘That was just a lie you told yourself to believe in.’

Honey shuts the door behind them, leaving the building and the warmth of their partner.

The pain in their chest almost distracts them from the exhaustion currently catching up to their body after a long day. They can feel the telltale signs of a migraine coming as they rub their temples gingerly with one hand, the other guiding the steering wheel. ‘Damn, it started to rain too. What a great way to lighten the mood,’ they think bitterly. Their mind eventually goes back to the fight earlier.

“Of all the times you finally can act like you care for me, why now? Hm?”

They do care. They care for him so much it scares them . He knows that, right? Even if they groan at his flirtatious quips and innuendos or if they grumble at his (very creative) attempts to give them as many hugs and kisses as they would allow, he knows that that’s just how they are, right? 

Maybe that wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe that never was enough to begin with. Maybe Guy finally realized he deserves better than an ill-tempered partner who doesn’t even know how to properly show any affection to their own fucking boyfriend.

A sharp car horn snaps them out of their thoughts. Shit, it’s a green light. They continue to drive until they see the familiar soft glow of a nearby 7-Eleven sign despite the persistent rain. 

Honey's entrance was signaled with the chime of the bell above the glass door. It’s relatively empty save for what they recognize to be a few D.A.M.N. students buying some late-night study snacks. Walking through the aisles while the pop song they heard their partner hum before softly plays in the background, slowly but surely calming them down. Muscle memory makes Honey reach for Guy’s favorite snack and they wonder how he’s doing. 

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Guy doesn't remember the last time he felt like this, but he’s always known his personality would bite him in the ass someday.

Sure, he and Honey had their disagreements, but they were all accompanied by playful slaps and teasing laughter. Never had it gotten to the point of an actual argument that caused them to spit such venom toward each other like the one they just had. 

“I’m going out. I-I just can’t fucking do this right now.”

The door closes and Honey leaves, bringing the warmth of their shared apartment with them. Guy lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and starts to get to work. He wordlessly distracts himself by cleaning the living room—picking up stray plastic chip bags, vacuuming crumbs that settled on the cheap shag carpet, and fixing up the pillows on the couch that he’s been nesting on for the past few days while he works on the final draft of the project he was writing. 

Piles of paper littered their second-hand coffee table. Every inch is covered in Post-it notes and wrinkled pieces of paper filled with ideas that he had haphazardly scribbled in an attempt to record them before it leaves his mind. Most of them, he recalls, are just random doodles of spirals and honeybees that he absentmindedly drew as he was typing away on his laptop. The spaces left exposed on the table were adorned with faded mug rings on the old dark oak wood.

He tries to compile them into a neater collection, pausing as he notices a doodle he made of his Honey. It was far from a masterpiece, but the cute cartoony style paired with heavily exaggerated furrowed brows in order to replicate their partner’s usual expression pulls a smile from his lips. There was even a jumbled-up line inside a small text bubble next to it to symbolize the adorable grumbles they always make. 

Fuck, he misses them so fucking much.

A sudden wave of exhaustion almost makes him drop the stack of papers he’s holding and it dawns on him how much he really has been neglecting his own health for this project. The stress of trying to find a job where he can utilize his degree and finally get out of that godforsaken pizza place has been taking a toll on him. All Honey was trying to do was for him to take a break that he so desperately ( and, he embarrassingly admits, unknowingly ) needed. And he just treated it like some silly joke. Granted, it really was because he wasn’t used to being coddled after, but, it definitely wasn’t an excuse to dismiss their worries like that. 

The guilt builds up in Guy’s throat like bile. He feels worse now, especially considering how much they struggle with expressing themselves like that to him in general, even if they don’t say it aloud.

He finishes cleaning up but the restlessness doesn’t leave him as time passes by with no word from his partner. Maybe this is it? Maybe he fucked it all up like always? Maybe they finally came to their senses and got fed up with him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to think he was a bit too much. Too chaotic, too irritating, too overwhelming. He ever minded those comments in the first place, but the thought of Honey possibly thinking like that too makes him sick. 

It’s getting late and he can hear the rain outside get louder. The anxiety that has been settling in their stomach flares up. He reaches for his phone to message them before concluding they might not want to be bothered right now. Shit, he’s feeling a little sluggish. 

Guy begrudgingly trudges to the wardrobe of their shared bedroom to get a change of clothes. He glances over as he pulls a familiar-looking hoodie from the hanger. Their double bed, adorned with a pizza plushie that Honey had given to him as a joke gift, was more inviting than usual. Maybe he should just take a rest and go to sleep. 

No, no, no, they might want some space from that too. Guy wants to talk this out with them instead of sleeping it out. If this persists, he isn't sure how his poor heart could take it. He ultimately decides to go back to the couch, stay up, and (at the very least) greet them when they come back. 

If they come back. God, please come back.

What if they don’t?

The thought felt like a mere whisper in his head but it left him numb. Guy's aware of his tendency to overthink but before he knew it, he was lying down on his side, hand clamped to his mouth as he forced his eyes shut. He lets out a quiet sniff. His breath hitches. Then he hears himself choke out a small sob. 

Then another.

And another. 

And another.

The dam breaks, his eyes water and he heaves as much air as he can into his lungs. It suddenly became a struggle to breathe and it definitely became a struggle to calm the ugly thoughts that plague his mind. Shaky, broken sobs fill the room, he cringes at how pathetic it sounds.  He hates this. He hates this feeling. Just come back, I’m sorry.

After what felt like hours, his sniffles slowly died down. With heavy eyes and a heavier heart, he finds himself drowsy from all the crying. The hot tears streaming down his face had begun to dry, but, the warmth on his cheeks reminds him of his Honey and the thought of them finally lulls him to sleep.

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Honey returns, a little haggard but with a calmer mind. The drive around Dahlia and their quick run to the local convenience store definitely helped lighten their mood but the guilt still followed them around like a shadow. Shaky hands find their way to the lock of their shared apartment and Honey opens to a dim living room, with the forgotten hanging bulbs from the kitchen barely providing a sense of light. They noticed the place was tidier than they remembered.

It was eerily quiet, as well. The wrinkling sound of the paper bag that they were holding filled the room.

"Guy?" Fuck, they can hear their voice getting wobbly. 

"I'm home. You there?" A shift from the room was all they heard accompanied by a sniffle. Honey suddenly becomes hyper-aware of the soft snores matching the rise and fall of a figure on the couch.

They couldn't really explain why their heart started to pound with their pulsating headache. Why they made a beeline inside their apartment. Why they started to get down on their knees in the living room despite the protests of their tired body. Why their chest sank deeper as they saw their partner all bundled up on their battered couch. 

They don't miss the frown on his face and his tear-stained cheeks.

Fuck. Tears? Guy was crying? 

Honey quietly (urgently) sets down the paper bag from their grasp and slowly places a hand on his shoulder, patting it ever so gently.

"H-hey? Guy, what are you doing over here?" They noticed how cold they felt to the touch and remembered their thermostat wasn't working that well. "It's freezing. You're freezing. "

After a few gentle pats and caresses (and reminders of how it's cold here, the bed is warm. Take it, please. ) Guy manages to blearily open his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness and the few tears that managed to slip.

Cute. His eyes are so cute. Honey would have thought if their mind wasn't filled with thoughts and questions. Why was he sleeping on the couch? Was he waiting for me? He didn't need to do that. Why was he crying? Did he cry himself to sleep? Was it because of me?

Did I do this?

"Honey?" Guy's voice croaked and Honey's heart aches after hearing how hoarse it was. It aches a little more to see him smile at them despite the argument they had earlier.

"You're back…" he mumbles, slightly adjusting his body to prop himself up with his arm. He was wearing their hoodie again.

"Guy, why are you sleeping here? It's cold," they repeated, the worry in their tone becoming more and more evident. 

This had Guy fully sitting up, giving his full attention to their Honey with a slight grin that was preparing to give out a smug reply before dropping his smile and deciding otherwise. If he noticed that their eyes were starting to get just as glassy as his, he didn't mention it. “I-I mean, you’re…mad, right? I thought you’d want some more space from me or something…” 

“N-no! I mean, yeah, thank you for that but that doesn't—” Honey cuts themselves off with a groan. Why can’t I just say what I want to say? What do I even want to say? Guy immediately notices their partner’s frustration and sits down beside them.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. You’re okay, Honey,” he says with a reassuring smile and slowly raises his hand near their cheek, “Can I touch?” 

Honey immediately nods, almost melting at Guy’s warm hands. The familiar calluses from working countless graveyard shifts and delivery jobs all over Dahlia for Max’s kept them grounded. They notice a newly formed bump on the ring finger of his dominant hand from the number of handwritten notes he’s been doing recently.

After a few moments of soft breaths and the sound of Guy's rough thumb gently gliding across their cheek, Honey let out a weak laugh but the words that followed were by no means a joke to them. “You’re so good for me.” Too good. I don’t deserve you. 

It was Guy’s turn to let out a confused chuckle. He felt anything but good to them at the moment.

“What do you mean by that, hon?” He caresses their cheek and he forgets how much his chest hurts when his Honey leans into his touch. “Hey, c’mon. Do you…do you wanna talk about what happened?”

Honey nods once more. "I'm…I'm sorry," they choke out as if the words got caught up in their throat. Everything was overwhelming again. The sound of the remains of the rain, the ticks of the wall clock, and most of all, Guy's unwavering attention to them. They avoid his gaze. 

"I know that…I'm…I dont have the most…pleasant attitude," The nervousness in their tone was obvious but the quick squeeze of their hand from their partner was enough for them to go on. "And I know that you didn’t mean that. About me…not caring,” They felt him give another squeeze, a bit tighter than the last. “Fuck, god knows you’ve put up with me long enough for me to know you wouldn’t mean that.” 

Honey manages to finally look him in his eyes again, they think it's their favorite color. “I…I just don’t know why I act like this. Why can't I just…care for you in a normal way.”

“Oh, Honey…” 

“I’m just so fucking sorry. I really, really care for you, please know that,” they sob out. Guy thinks he’s never seen them this vulnerable. His arms slowly circle and stop around their body as if he was waiting for their permission but Honey beats them to the embrace, burying their head on his chest. He knows they can hear his heart speed up.

“Hey, I know, I know,” The hands that were once on his partner's cheeks find their way to their back, rubbing circles and tracing shapes. “I’m really sorry for what I said too. The stress from work and writing these past few days is catching up but please don’t let that ever be an excuse for me to talk like that, especially to you and especially if it makes you think of all these lies.”

“And all this talk about…caring for me in the ‘normal’ way. Don’t say that.” Guy slowly pulls away to tilt his partner's chin up for their eyes to meet again. The way his Honey looked so distressed was a sight he decided he never wants to see again. “What matters is that I know you care and I want you to know that the way you show it is… fuck, I’ve never felt so cared for like this until you, Honey. Okay?”

“I’ll work…on not neglecting my health too. If it weren’t for you, I might’ve actually collapsed from exhaustion,” he adds, lips upturned into a sheepish smile. “So, thank you.”

Guy isn’t prepared for the way their Honey finally graced him with a soft smile. He’s had them laugh and grin at his…eccentric behavior before, but this smile held so much fondness and sincerity (directed towards him of all people! ) that made this moment all the more intimate. 

I think I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack. He doesn't recall having butterflies for lunch but he definitely feels them flutter up and about in his ribcage. He wants to treasure this moment. He wants to treasure them.

Honey looks down, uncharacteristically flustered and Guy’s heart soars again. “Thank you,” they whispered. “For that.”

“Of course, Honey. Though, I must say,” he grins. “Although your methods of conveying your love for me are a bit… unconventional , you could say I’m on the more bizarre side, too. I guess we make a perfect match after all then, don't we?”

Honey snorts, a reaction that's endearingly familiar to him and he smirks even wider. “You’re so fucking stupid.”

“Well, for the record, if anybody here is fucking stupid, it would be you!” Guy shoots back, “Hi, hello, I’m stupid, by the way, ehh– Ow, ow, ow!”

The pair continues to laugh and banter at each other like before, but, as they comfortably settle down to cuddle on the couch, they both don’t miss the way the grip on their entangled hands tightened for the slightest bit.

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hope you enjoyed!! please let me know if i had any mistakes or just some feedback in general!! i kinda wanna continue doing these kinda stuff :DD

[phunnibun]

Anyone else think Elliot, Aaron, and Guy are extremely underrated?

[crysoon]

honey truly the david of the guy/honey story bro is the dad getting dragged to a taylor swift concert with their over enthusiastic daughter

[lookitseddie]

"hey, what's your favourite redacted audio moment?"

oh, i'm a sam/darlin girlie, so probably the quinn arc

"that's such a basic bitch answer-"

OH. YOU WANT A REAL ANSWER? HONEY AND GUY'S FIRST KISS. YOUR CHAOTIC ROOMMATE CONFESSES HIS FEELING FOR YOU | AUDIO RP| [M4A] 17:50

[chimckenns]

Honey gets clingy when they’re sick. That’s usually how Guy notices.

This particular morning he woke up to find them holding onto him, face buried in the crook of his neck. As much as he loved these rare moments, he knew what it meant. He reached up and gently stroked their hair, before shifting slightly so he could press his hand to their forehead. They were burning hot. Way hotter than normal.

He tried to get up to get them some water and a cool towel, moving slowly in the hopes that they wouldn’t wake up. Unfortunately, Honey immediately noticed and blinked their eyes open. Guy’s heart squeezed when he saw how glassy they were - it was so cute. He took a moment to memorise this side of them, and then pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“You’re burning up, Honey.” He stroked their cheek with the back of his hand. “I’ll get you some water. How are you feeling?”

Honey responded by pulling him back down, arms wrapping around his body to keep him in bed. Despite being sick, they had quite a strong grip on him. They shook their head against his chest and let out a little groan.

Guy returned the hug, internally screaming at how cute they were. He couldn’t hide the grin on his face, but luckily Honey was too out of it to notice. After five minutes he tried to get them to let go, but to no avail.

“Honey, I need to get you some water.” He chuckled. He’d usually insert a dozen jokes here, but he kept his voice low and words minimal to avoid making their headache worse. He’s very understanding, and this tender, soft side of him is one he never shows around anyone else.

Honey reluctantly let go, and they retreated into the covers. Guy chuckled, and kissed the bundle of fabric, whispering “I’ll be back in a jiffy.” before making a beeline for the kitchen.

[6-atlas-6]

Return of Redacted Tweets 🎀

I'm running out of material...

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[mushroomerchant]

Finally finished my Guy art. I’m so fucking proud of it, I am his number one fan and y’all can fight me on that

(Yes the background is all quotes from him because I have half his videos memorized)

Hope you like it :]

[tankwiththeangst]

“You’re weird… yeah, well. I like weird.”

“You’re a jerk. Well… I like jerks.”

GUY I LOVE YOU IN EVERY UNIVERSE I SWEAR!

[joshusten-art]

(prime!) guy honey bc i miss drawing them a lot (and...in honor of the upcoming video in which im really really excited for)

[idchewonyou]

''You're so sexy. My zipper keeps falling for you.'' Guy has said this to Honey many, many, many times, and they've held back a smile each time.

[polydamnory]

I feel stupid.

The reason Fool!Guy tells Honey they smell good is because Prime!Honey is constantly telling Guy he smells like pizza 🤦‍♀️

Here I was thinking “huh, that’s a weirdly specific thing to mention… anyway” when it’s specifically referencing one of the earliest recurring events of his entire playlist!

[dahlia-tourism-board]

Guy has absolutely posted a selfie of him and Honey with the caption "me and the baddie I pulled by being a silly, goofy dude"

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Yearning for Guy hours 💔

Guy, that waits for Honey in the same spot every day he can

Guy with a lopsided smile and warm eyes that close when he laughs

Guy who's hands are calloused from years of working, drawing, and writing

Guy keeping a catalog of candid photos of Honey because they're shy about taking/having pictures of themselves taken

Guy, that knows the lyrics to Honeys favorite songs (some of them at least) and will hum to them when they can't sleep

Guy who struggles with quiet time still, but is figuring out how to appreciate moments of softness when there's a movie on and Honey is laying on his chest

Guy that thinks better when there's a steady rhythm for him to follow, whether it's music, a show, or just someone else speaking

Guy keeping a polaroid of him and Honey in his wallet. He also has one of them from the first time they hung out together (pre dating) and the ticket from the drive in movie they went to see

Guy who hates wearing socks with a passion but that also collects socks with odd designs

Guy that isn't afraid to be himself around Honey because he knows they understand him and can handle it (insert joke about handling it)

Guy that's ridiculously tatted up and has a bunch of piercings (lip, eyebrow, both ears have multiple, navel) Honey has the same piercings(minus navel) but on the opposite side as Guy. For example, Guy has his lower lip pierced on the left side, Honey has theirs on the right

Guy that has a promise ring from Honey that he wears on a chain around his neck (Honey does the same since they both have very hands on jobs)

Guy using things like cooking and cleaning as outlets for his extra energy when he had a hard day and doesn't want to talk it through yet(stress baking)

Guy who sits on the balcony and watches the people down in the apartment complex courtyards interact with eachother because he finds people fascinating

Guy who pulls his hair back into a loose bun and wears glasses when he writes (and looks so good with em too omfg sdhsdh)

Guy that still gets flustered when Honey looks at him for a long time without saying anything

Guy that loves every second he's lucky enough to spend with them because he's never felt so truly known before

[piltie-paradigm]

guy and honey

[lookitseddie]

I'm not a huge fan of posting my art online, but um, fuck that. here's some redacted blorbos

had to do a lot of transferring from different softwares to get this done so the quality is FUCKED. but we persevere💪

do NOT repost this, only reblog.

you are NOT allowed to use my art for any reasons (icons, edits, ai, etc.) without my permission.

[chimckenns]

Honey woke up to the sound of Guy’s snores. They groaned and rubbed their eyes with one hand, for the other was still trapped in his grasp - it was too hot to cuddle today, so they settled on holding hands as they slept. As Honey’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, they smiled as they saw him drooling on the pillow.

Being able to see him like this - so natural and comfortable - made Honey happy. They didn’t think they’d be able to fall in love with anyone, let alone have someone fall in love with them. They constantly had their guard up, and at some point their forgot how to truly relax and be themselves. But Guy changed that. Honey could feel their shoulders relaxing whenever he’s around, and they’ve laughed way more than they ever had before they met him.

Guy stirred, pulling them in slightly as he held their hand towards his heart, curling in on it. Honey heard what seemed to be their name mumbled within other incoherent words.

They sighed with a smile, and gave into the temptation. They shifted closer, wiggling themselves into his arms and wrapped their own around his waist. The air con had been blasting for a while at this point, and the room was a comfortable temperature to be cuddling, Honey decided. They nuzzled into his chest and pressed their ear to his heart, letting its slow rhythm was over them.

Guy instinctively kissed them on the top of the head - something he does even when he’s asleep (Honey is still trying to wrap their head around how he does it). His arms found home around them again, and he breathed into their hair with a sigh.

Honey swore they heard him say “I love you.”, and they were glad that he was asleep and the room was dark, for their cheeks were definitely a bright pink after hearing that.