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Cutie stood, frozen, gaze lingering at the closed door of their home.

Geordi had left.

And this time, most likely for good.

They ran out, not really thinking, and went wherever their legs took them.

The station.

The mall.

The noise.

They couldn’t live with themselves anymore. The pain in his eyes that they caused was too much. The line Geordi drew felt like a cut in their skin that grew deeper the more they thought about him.

Cutie found stumbled their way to the ticket gates of their nearest station. Exhausted workers flooded their way past them, thinking about how much they wanted to go home and how shitty their day was. They crumbled, and lost the grip on their magic.

Tired, they let go and let everyone’s thoughts slowly creep into their mind until it was deafening, so overwhelming, that they couldn’t even hear themself anymore.

They didn’t want to hear themself at all.

They just wanted to fade away and disappear in the midst of the sea of thoughts.

Geordi’s words echoed in their mind like a curse.

“I love you.”

Cutie ruined it.

“I want you to have peace from all that.”

Do they even deserve it?

“I want to help.”

Nothing can help them now.

“I’m gonna go.”

He’s left them forever.

Their hands reached up to their ears, covering it in a futile attempt to stop the thoughts.

Cutie closed their eyes, tears falling past their closed lids.

Every thought from every passer by felt like someone had grabbed a piece of their head and ripped it off.

They were unravelling.

They hurt the one person they loved.

They deserve to hurt in return.

Cutie let go.

And lost themself in the noise.

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This is the heat from that one lasko hot boi summer audio..

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Early Guy, in a rare moment of vulnerability, laying in bed, wondering how he managed to bag a life with Honey. Wondering if their stoic nature is a response to his exhausting personality. He can’t help the tears that slide down his face as he messily tries to wipe them away.

Early Honey who finds him in bed, clearly distressed about something. Them not entirely sure how to help him emotionally, but wanting to try regardless. Their hands replace his and seem more effective at wiping away his tears. Slowly, eventually, they get him to open up.

“I don’t know how you deal with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m too loud, obnoxious, boisterous, annoying.”

“What? No you’re not, Guy.”

“You don’t have to spare my feelings, Honey, I know what I am.”

“I know that you’re fun. Passionate, enthusiastic, and yeah, maybe a little loud, but that’s what I find endearing about you.”

“I just don’t get it. You’re you, brilliant, amazing you and I’m just me. Just a big sad pile of noise. I’m too much for a lot of people to handle.”

“Guy, look at me. You’re not too much. Far from it. If you’re too much, why is it that I can’t seem to get enough of you?”

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Aaron is a splendid partner.

The kind of guy who (in canon) makes you an entire breakfast spread and lovingly wakes you up to get you downstairs to make sure you’re fed.

The kind of guy who isn’t afraid to tackle issues head-on and confront behaviors he’s not a fan of because he genuinely wants this to work and he thinks you’re worth it.

The kind of guy who, on some days, misses working with you at Vesta, but those daydreams disappear when you get home and lay an impassioned kiss on his lips.

The kind of guy who finds himself thanking you silently when he needs to give more support to his brother whose world is currently crumbling apart. The kind of guy who knows you don’t need to hear his thanks in every way you keep him afloat, whether that be in taking the mental load off his mind around the house or the affection you show him.

The kind of guy to hold you, arms wrapped around your waist, hands meeting at the small of your back as he’s kissing you after picking you up at the airport (he definitely got told off for not moving by the loading/unloading attendant).

The kind of guy who’ll pull you into his lap after you’ve had a long day. Inhaling the way your natural scent mingles with whichever perfume or cologne you’ve decided on for the day sends shivers down his spine.

The kind of guy who finds it electrifying to see the way your eyes blink lazily, a mixture of lust, affection, and passion, reserved just for him when he’s got you right underneath him.

The kind of guy who can’t help that smug little smile when you whine about not being allowed to touch him. He knows full well that your hands will be exploring the familiar expanse of his skin soon enough.

The kind of guy who loves to watch the changes in your body language when he both praises and degrades you at the same time. The kind who loves watching the brat in you melt away into the pliant sub who can’t get enough pleasure from him.

The kind of guy who can’t help but leave little love bites all over your neck and back while he pistons his hips deeper and faster into you. It’s not his fault; your skin is the perfect canvas to leave such works of art on and it just feels so good when you tighten around him with every bite.

The kind of guy who’ll put off your orgasm as long as he can:

“Come on, baby, just a little longer.”

“You’re being so good for me.”

“Just a little bit more, that’s it.”

to letting you hit your peak and subsequently working you through it, prolonging it for you for as long as he can.

“There we go, look at you, all fucked out on my cock.”

“You look gorgeous like this, breathless and blissed out.”

“You did such a good job, always so good for me.”

The kind of guy who looks at you with such warmth and love in the middle of the night, when you should both be asleep, and thanks Vesta for one of the best things to happen to his life.

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Post argument sex with Aaron must be so hot

I don’t think they’d argue about anything major nowadays

But all the pent up stress and lack of touch the past few hours would create so much tension, especially since it brings them back to how they were back when they both worked at Vesta

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Gonna get a little serious with everyone because things need to be said

Y’all need to start making more use of the block button

I’ve blocked people because they’ve said things about characters I like

And before anyone says that’s petty, I’ve only done it if it’s a continuous thing and it gets annoying

But personally that’s how I protect my peace online

It’s okay to express your opinion about certain post to an extent but If you don’t like what someone post you don’t HAVE to interact with them

I’ve seen people say disrespectful things on Ask and on reblogs just because someone doesn’t fuck with David…. ARE WE SERIOUS???

That’s why I keep my anons off! Because if you want to say something out of pocket, You’re going to say it with your chest! Because if you’re bold enough to say it anonymously then you’re bold enough to say it publicly!

I get people are annoying. Shit, IM ANNOYING! But that doesn’t give you the right to be hateful where you’re sending people death threats or racist/homophobic remarks

The block button is right there, USE IT

Now we can get back to our regularly scheduled nonsense

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When Honey lies on the couch, spots Guy, and opens the blanket in a silent invitation Guy all but squeals and jumps in to snuggle with them.

He calls them a softie and teases them about how he loves them when they’re needy, and Honey just rolls their eyes and enjoys Guy’s warmth enveloping their body. They wrap their arms around him to keep him there and starts stroking his back up and down slowly.

Eventually Guy’s rants get slower and quieter, and his eyelids feel heavier. Honey feels themself settle in further in his arms and they both fall into a peaceful sleep.

A perfect afternoon nap.

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small comforts

Pairing: Guy/Honey

Word count: 1,157

The AO3 version, if you prefer: small comforts - honeysghost

I wrote this while delirious from a fever so my credentials for comfort needs are there, trust 🤞🏼 (also if there's spelling errors please ignore them <3)

“You feelin’ okay?”

Honey groans into their pillow, exhausted from a long night of tossing and turning. 

“Everything hurts,” they whine. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.” 

Even Guy, who could sleep through an earthquake, woke up a few times due to their restlessness. He’d chalked it up to a stressful day’s lingering tension in the moment, but in the morning light, just looking at them was enough to tell they felt like shit. 

“Aw, I’m sorry, Honey. Here, let me get you some water.” He slides to the edge of the bed, laughing softly when they protest, reaching out with both hands for him to come back.

“Don’t leave yet,” they pout.

The soft, clingy side of Honey was a rare sight that only came out when they were sick, tired, or stressed out. It pained Guy to see them in any of those states, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t cute to see how needy they got every once in a while. 

“I’ll just be a minute, I promise.” He reaches back across the bed, leaning in to plant a kiss on their forehead but stops short. 

“Shit, Honey. I can feel the heat coming off of you from here.” 

He presses his hand against their head to confirm the fever and sighs, resuming his mission to get water. 

They don’t protest this time, instead choosing to sink further into their pillow as they wave him away with a muffled, “Hurry back.” 

When Guy returns, he has a mountain of things held tightly in his arms. If every inch of their body wasn’t aching profusely, they’d laugh at the sight. 

“I’m a little sick, not dying,” they chide, shakily pulling themselves upright. 

“Since when are you against being prepared, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows at them and they roll their eyes, biting back a smile.

“You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot who wants to role-play as your nurse.”

“Did you have to make it weird?” 

“Yes. Now, hush and let me take care of you, okay?”

One by one, he sets his collection of things down on their bedside table. A bottle of Advil, their water bottle, tea in their favorite mug, a granola bar, and a wet cloth. Part of them felt guilty for teasing him about it.

“Open,” Guy mumbles, holding two pills to their lips.

They oblige, grateful for both the medicine and the water that followed. Along with the body aches, their throat was dry and scratchy as well. It was a miserable combination. Of course, no one liked being sick, but Honey hated it most of all. 

After a few more sips of water and one bite of the granola bar, Guy sits down on the bed beside them. “What else can I do, Honey?” 

“Can you close the curtains? My head is killing me.” 

Dutifully, Guy does as they ask. He even takes a spare blanket and positions it over the curtains, so the gaps of sunlight don’t bother them anymore.

When he returns to their side, they look a little more peaceful. He raises a hand to their cheek, smiling when they nuzzle into the touch, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand. “Thank you, baby.” 

There’s a chill that creeps up his spine when they call him baby. 

With his free hand, he feels around for the wet cloth he brought in. 

“Do you want me to rub your face, or do you want to do it?” 

“Can you do it, please?”

“Of course,” Guy sighs, trailing a finger down the length of their nose first. 

They’d never admit to it, but they loved when he did that. When they first started dating, after he thought they’d fallen asleep, Guy would spend what felt like an eternity trailing his fingers down their forehead, down their nose, over and over until he fell asleep himself. The feather-light touch would almost always put them to sleep immediately, like it was its own kind of magic.

In the now dark bedroom, the only thing Honey can focus on is the way Guy holds their face while he presses the wet cloth to their forehead. It feels like heaven.

His thumb rubs soothing circles against their cheek, occasionally wiping away any stray drops of water that might’ve seeped from the fabric. The cold feels good, though. 

Guy, despite his quirks, is an excellent caretaker. He knows when to tone it down and just be there for them, knows when to sneak in a joke to make them smile—he’s loving and attentive, and Honey in eternally thankful for it.

“Is this okay?” He asks, breaking the silence.

Honey nods, eyes closed contentedly. “It feels so good, baby. Thank you.” 

There’s a chill that creeps up his spine when they call him baby. Guy loves when they’re soft like this; it’s just a shame it comes at the cost of being sick. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to their cheek. 

They scrunch up their nose, peaking one eye open to glare half-heartedly at him. “Don’t kiss me, you’ll get sick.”

“It was only your cheek, Honey. I think I’ll live.” 

Their fingers curl around his wrist, bringing his hand down from where he holds the cloth. Even sick, they still look at him with such intensity. It makes him squirm sometimes. 

“Can you just lay with me for a while?” 

“Yeah, of course.” 

He sets the cloth down before laying down beside them, laughing at the way they waste no time curling up against him, weaving their limbs together and pressing their head to his chest.

For someone who was chastising him for kissing them a moment ago, they don’t seem to mind the closeness at all now. He kisses the top of their head this time, smiling softly when they sigh, trying hard to get closer than their bodies will allow.

“Are you feeling any better?” 

Honey nods slowly. “I think the Advil is starting to kick in.”

“Good, good.”

A wave of comfortable silence fills the room as Honey listens to Guy’s heartbeat, his steady breathing acting as the perfect background noise to let them relax fully.

“Is there anything else I can do?” He whispers, voice low against their ear.

“No, this is enough.” 

It’s quiet again for a moment as Honey soaks in the warmth of Guy’s body pressed close to theirs. Even with the fever beginning to break, the chills that accompanied it still wracked their body.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” they say, speech starting to slow as they started to give in to the exhaustion.

“I’m happy to do it.” 

They hum in response, kissing his shoulder softly. 

“I might not always show it, but I’m really grateful you’re here. I love you, Guy. So much.”

“I love you, too. Now go to sleep,” he begs. “I’ll make you soup when you wake up.”

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YES i am always here for guy/honey

can i interest anyone in a guy/honey sick comfort fic? coming soon to a semi-dead blog near you

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I feel like Avior is the type of cuddle partner to put himself as close to you as possible and hide his face in your neck/back/shoulder

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While they were asleep, Sam used to carefully roll back their sleeves to check if they had any wounds they didn’t tell him about.

And more often than not, they did.

Curse their stubborn-ness.

He knows that they’d rather get injured and die alone than tell anyone.

He’s scared he’d wake up one day to a cold bed and spend a day searching for his Darlin’ to find them passed out in the middle of nowhere, because they couldn’t tell him; or worse, because they didn’t want to tell him.

The thought of them bleeding out alone haunted his mind.

He’s not one to have any significant fears in life after everything he went through, but it’s different now that he has something to lose.

As much as he told them constantly that healing them wasn’t a burden on him, he could tell they never really believed it. Their smile when they finally caved and promised to tell him if they had any injuries didn’t reach their eyes.

Hence, the sneaking every night, long after Darlin was asleep. He didn’t miss the way their expression would soften after he closed the gash on their upper arm.

Sam shook his head, heart racing from the thought of them in pain the whole time they were with him earlier, and head throbbing from the overuse of magic.

They’d rather deal with potential death than be a burden to him.

His stupid mate.

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Honey didn’t expect the house to be dark when they got home, but that’s what they were met with as soon as they opened the door.

For a moment, they wondered if Guy had taken another double shift, but that was immediately proven wrong as his backpack hung on the back of the dining room chair.

Strange. Normally, on a night like this, when he got home earlier, he’d be in the kitchen, singing along to his latest musical hyperfixation, but only silence rang through the halls of their home.

They quietly put their bag down, almost afraid to disturb the peace. Normally, by now, they’d be bombarded by their loving boyfriend, showered in playful demands for kisses, but none of that now.

They softly pushed the door open, observing the approximately Guy sized lump on the bed, covers pulled over his head.

They quickly undressed, shuffling toward the bed.

A gentle tug at the covers and they were met with their partner’s tired eyes.

“Hey baby. You’re not feeling it tonight?”

Guy shook his head and that was all that was needed for Honey to nod and climb into bed with him.

Guy instinctively curled around Honey’s chest, arms pulling them in close. He needed their presence, their comfort, the calm to his raging storm inside.

As he settled in Honey’s arms, he felt relief flood into his system. A small bit of that storm subsided as the dinghy of his mind found calmer waters.

He was so thankful that his Honey never judged him for a moment. They were loving and patient and so understanding with him.

Patient in the way they listened to his long-winded rambles when he couldn’t stop an oncoming tangent.

Understanding when he struggled with things like his mental health or his rejections for his tv show pitches. Understanding that sometimes after those things, he’d take a dip mentally.

Loving in the way that they would always be there for him. Loving in the way they held the framework of who he was as a person together so he could fall apart without worrying about appearances and eventually give him the strength to pick up the pieces.

He offered an earbud to Honey, mindful of the volume.

They gladly took it, inserting it and closing their eyes, humming along to the tune.

It was reminiscent of one of the first nights after they’d made it official. They had sat in the car, parked in a spot, not wanting to return to the apartment yet. The song came on and it was the first time Honey had ever sung in front of Guy. The first inclination that Honey trusted Guy.

For Guy, the song had become a source of comfort. If Honey was away or even just at work, it made him feel as though a part of them was always with him, silently motivating him in the way they always did.

With his arms wrapped around them and their fingers running up and down his spine, he allowed himself to slip into the world of dreams, kept safe under the watchful eye of his Honey.

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vincent and lovely had a lot of long nights (and days) together after lovely got turned. vincent was at their side near-constantly from the very first moment after he had william strip the domineering powers of his maker status from him, and for so long being there was the only thing he could do as his lovely struggled against coming untethered from their own body, fighting against depersonalization on not only a traumatic; but also a magical level. for so long, it was all lovely could do to reach for vincent’s core instead of their own to try to ground themself, reaching their threads out to his magic at the same time as they reached their arms out to him in desperation to be taken into his arms. his was more familiar than their own for such a long time after they turned- the vampiric magic heavy in their chest where there had once been an electric core that practically floated and buzzed and hummed. 

some vampires are known to say that they never feel like themselves again, even after untold years of vampiric existence. you have to imagine that lovely, so young by vampires’ standards, feels that acutely- and you also have to imagine, in that moment on the porch, they weren’t just grasping for their old energetic magic; but for a version of themself they had come to know and then lost again so quickly. you have to imagine that in that snap of their fingers, the click-back into place of their access to magic, lovely felt more like themself then they had since that terrible night at the academy… that version of themself that they fought so hard for. and in that snap, they learned all that fight wasn’t wasted.

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One day I am gonna grow wings (freedom).

One day I am gonna grow wings (success).

One day I am gonna grow wings (love).

One day I am gonna grow wings (understanding).

One day I am gonna grow wings (happiness).

One day I am gonna grow wings (growing up).

One day I am gonna grow wings (acceptance).

One day I am gonna grow wings (purpose).

One day I am gonna grow wings (detachment).

One day I am gonna grow wings (hope).

One day I am gonna grow wings (knowledge).

One day I am gonna grow wings (meaning).

One day I am gonna grow wings (family).

One day I am gonna grow wings (peace).

One day I am gonna grow wings (revenge).

One day I am gonna grow wings (friendship).

One day I am gonna grow wings (mindset).

One day I am gonna grow wings (independence).

One day I am gonna grow wings (recovery).

One day I am gonna grow wings (coming out).

One day I am gonna grow wings (moving on).

One day I am gonna grow wings (justice).

One day I am gonna grow wings (victory).

One day I am gonna grow wings (safety).

One day I am gonna grow wings (survival).

One day I am gonna grow wings (belonging).

One day I am gonna grow wings (kindness).

One day I am gonna grow wings (proof).

One day I am gonna grow wings (potencial).

One day I am gonna grow wings (self control).

One day I am gonna grow wings (identity).

One day I am gonna grow wings (resolution).

One day I am gonna grow wings (death).

One day I am gonna grow wings (self love).

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Vincent is Lovely’s rock. He’s been there throughout all the changes in their life. Yet he’s also the cause of everything, even if indirectly.

They’d be lying if they said they didn’t blame him at all. It’s a complicated feeling. They love him no matter what and deeply appreciate everything he’s done to help them and protect them, but it doesn’t change the facts of what happened. It’s not something they can wave a hand and say “it’s okay” to.

It’s not okay.

Lovely doesn’t resent Vincent, nor do they blame him. Their life is new and so much different than they could ever have imagined.

But it’s also so much different than they could ever have imagined.

Is new always a good thing? Is different always a bad thing?

It took them a while to come to terms with everything and accept it, although they didn’t show it or share their thoughts with Vincent. They know he feels a crushing guilt, and they feel it when he’d look at them when he thought they weren’t looking - his eyes are filled with a storm of guilt, shame, and sadness. Now that they’re linked together through the bond, Lovely feels it too.

It’s messy and complicated. Lovely’s own feelings mixed with Vincent’s.

It doesn’t change the fact that they love him.

The only thing keeping Lovely together is ironically Vincent, who’s been there with them throughout all their lives, and their habit of forgetting and moving on, running without turning back no matter how hard it is.

When they look into his love filled eyes, they know that they’ll be okay.

He’ll always be there for them.

As they will be for him.

It’ll be okay.

~~~

Lovely hummed at the feeling of Vincent’s fingers running through their hair, letting their eyes close.

“What are you thinking about?” Vincent whispered, not wanting to break the moment.

They leaned their head on his shoulder, letting him wrap an arm around them as they gazed at the stars together.

“…”

Sometimes it’s better to stay silent.

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nsfw !

lovely putting their hands on vincent's chest, pushing him into the car seat, straddling his lap.

lovely taking vincent's chin in between their fingers, tilting his head up at the most perfect angle, so their lips fit together seamlessly.

vincent's breathing growing ragged, his pulse picking up, his body erupting into goosebumps at just the low-lidded look lovely is giving him.

their fingers sliding past his temples, into the wild mess of his hair, holding his head firmly in place. the gleam of the whites of vincent's eyes, unable to blink for fear of missing out on the deity on his lap.

slowly, so slowly, lovely lowering their mouth to his. a chaste kiss at first, gentle, almost innocent.

and then their tongue, brushing against his like fire. electricity sizzling between their lips, locked together so hard it feels like suffocating. vincent's breaths are shaky, shuddering, as lovely tastes him like they're drinking from the deepest wine.

their hips are moving on his, sending an ecstatic shock through his body. his brain is foggy, desperation growing, his hands moving on their own and seeking more. lovely's whimpers fill vincent's mouth, and he swears he can taste them.

vincent's mind blows blank when lovely traces their tongue against his fang and pushes. no thoughts, just pure fucking desire. he has to pull away before he slams them against the car door and fucks their brains out.

"don't fucking-- holy shit--" his voice is raspy, graveled with lust, and shaking. he can't keep his hands off them, though, his immortal fingers fisting in their clothes.

he's fighting ferality, fighting the beast in his blood that screams to pin them down and devour.

lovely looks at him, dark eyes and darker desire. their voice is liquid and mesmerizing when they say, "don't hold back. i want it."

the car rattles and fills with the coppery scent of blood, the lush smells of sex, as vincent worships what is his.

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on watching a parent age

i saw somebody say “what if you’re gone and i haven’t become anything yet” and basically that broke me on a random thursday evening