Lovely Seeing Adam After Waking Up Under Wonderworld

🍕🍯Honey and guy angst 🍯🍕

There are a few outcomes a child with shitty parents can take, the quiet route or the loud route.

Guy took the loud route, his mother had always neglected him and his dad was never around enough, and when he was it was normally for about a day

Guy was promised all these great things from a man who couldnt even string together a sentance around his own son, Guy was practically self-sufficient by the time he was 7.

He was from a big family, he had to adapt, his parents populated like rabbits as he joked. His friends never found it funny but it was his way to cope.

His older sister moved out when she was 16, his older brother went off to the military to escape the house, and then it was just him and his sister

He did everything to try to keep her happy, but eventually, he had to move out for university…

Honey sometimes wishes they were neglected, sometimes wished their father wasn't around

Honey's family was abusive. They won't deny that, they used to, and they tried to anyway, they didn't have many people inquiring about the bruises along their back in the sports changing room, or people asking why they had always had long sleeves

When their father tried to slit their throat no one questioned them for missing for a week, or why they wore a black choker to school to hide the scar

Their mother was more the emotional abuser than their father, they called every day when they went to university. Every. Damn. Day.

Honey's parents didn’t really care, they just wanted to keep tabs on Honey.

Guy had a hard time cracking Honey, he couldn't talk to Kayla, she was too mean, she made small comments about how Honey, that god that lived in the same door as him, looked, which ticked him off.

He didn't have any respect for bullies.

Honey stayed in their room for about the first three months, occasionally peaking out when Guy would bring home pizza, guy always offered, and he always shared food

Eventually, Honey warmed up and Guy talked to them more.

One day, after spring break, Honey came home, and all the progress was lost, they wouldn't talk to guy, until Guy came home one day while Honey was showering guy came back, exhausted from work

He saw Honey, a towel wrapped around their waist, bruises… everywhere…

Guy immediately stood up, comforting them, clearly terrified that they got into a fight

Honey broke down. They will NEVER admit it, but they did, guy let Honey get dressed and they both just sat on the sofa, venting.

Honey knew that was when they loved the Guy

Guy already knew that they loved Honey.

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Tag list; @chlorine3

David being so jealous of Darlin’ growing up because they always got away with everything, he wanted that freedom and lack of responsibility

Darlin’ being so jealous of David growing up because he always had everything, they wanted that family and that security

And then.. they kiss

i love making toxic lesbians

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@somemismatchedsocks

@dr3aming-stargaz3r

@inefficientstory

@eclipsed-jester

And more ;3

i think about this too often 🥲

Porter & Bright Eyes Thoughts

I thought about this just before I went to sleep and I didn't forget about it when I woke up so I guess I need to write what I'm thinking down

When he'd heard that in 3 short years, the clan had gained three new vampires he wouldn't say he wasn't shocked. It wasn't like William to be rash with turnings but learning that it was Vincent and Sam, and subsequently Sam's new progeny that were the makers? He was intrigued.

Meeting Frederick was a boring affair to Porter, honestly. He was the exact kind of man he could see Samuel turning, bleeding heart that he had... and then there was Bright Eyes. Taciturn, stubborn, difficult Bright Eyes.

Their maker was a freshly turned newborn, they were easily the weakest vampire in the clan. And you'd never know it by looking at them. The turning did nothing to dull a defiant brightness that burned in their irises, in the sharp roll of their eyes. This was someone who would do well as a vampire, provided their clan was giving them the room they needed to be themselves.

And they weren't.

Bright was under constant scrutiny. They were blamed for their death and Frederick's as if they ever could have known what was hiding under Dahlia's facade of normalcy. It was as if they could do nothing right, even three years into their turning.

Porter had no interest in playing as their maker, in being any kind of older brother figure to one of the newest additions to the Solaires. They were out of the bloodlust, they'd been taught the rules and how to behave. It really was only a matter of time until they were fully independent and wouldn't need the intervention of more experienced vampires.

That didn't stop Porter from weaponizing Samuel's clearly bad relationship with his progeny to get under his skin. He'd called Sam a deadbeat dad more than once, even in front of Frederick or any of the other Solaires. He'd grinned and said that even Alexis was shown more grace than Bright.

He tried to ignore that there was a wave of actual anger behind his barbs.

Porter was many things but if anyone tried to call him stupid he would laugh in their face. He saw the forest for the trees, as it were. Bright had become a scapegoat to the Solaires, to Sam. It was easy to blame them because it was their choices that put them in the path of Quinn. And they died for it. Shouldn't that have been punishment enough?

It agitated a familiar sting when he saw the way Bright lingered on the outskirts of their family. William was trying his best with Bright but clearly, there was some bias there... burned by trusting Adam, no doubt. Their relationship with their friend Frederick was fraught. Sam had burned that bridge before he even had a chance to meet Bright in the middle.

By the time he'd returned to Dahlia, the newborns were weaned off of Sam. They'd learned enough to be independent and only need occasional guidance... so Bright had moved as far away from the Solaires as they could while still being in Dahlia... just in the opposite direction of Sam. The lines in the sand had been drawn long before he'd returned home.

Something about the way Bright seemed to hate their new life bothered him but not in the way Vincent had. He had more perspective on Vincent now and maybe that's what was getting under his skin.

Sam was turned when he explicitly asked not to be. That was bad. Vincent was turned when he wasn't able to give consent. That was bad. Bright Eyes was turned when they weren't able to give consent. That was their fault?

Being shortsighted and dangerously stubborn clearly wasn't as much of an issue to their favorite cowboy as Sam liked to pretend it was. Porter learned that quickly when he met Sam's partner... so the wolf was worthy of kindness but the newborn was not. The double standard grated on him.

Bright truly had no one in their corner in the Solaire clan... and before he knew it, he'd stepped up.

It started easily enough. Bright had some pent-up aggression to work out, the kind that Sam would tell them to just bottle up and be quiet. Not Porter. He'd take them out in the forest and they'd spar. He'd let them be as vicious as they needed to be until their tense muscles loosened.

If Alexis or even Sam were making their "harmless" little comments, he'd slide up beside them and show them what true vitriol looked like. He was Wiliam's vampiric hitman, not a young vampire's bodyguard. And yet. And yet seeing any bit of shit being thrown Bright's way pissed him off beyond belief.

Bright could talk about that night to someone who they knew wouldn't judge them. They could talk about their guilt, their frustration, all of it, to someone and know that their abrasiveness wouldn't turn it into an argument. He just listened.

Porter was teaching them the things that Sam wouldn't. They were learning how to love themselves in this new life. Things were different and maybe some of their relationships would never be the same again but they were a Solaire. That name held power and that power would allow them to have fun again.

By virtue of being a Solaire, they had access to quite a bit of money and Porter was willing to show them all the fun ways they could spend it. It wasn't really Bright's thing as much as breaking into abandoned places was but it was nice to get back at the Solaires a little bit, even financially.

(As if William didn't know and didn't have more money than they could ever spend.)

Being under Porter's wing was really bringing life back into Bright. They were happy again, even if it wasn't all the time. They didn't spend as much time alone, they weren't getting into arguments as much because they were spending less and less time around Sam and the others. Frederick was watching the wonderful side of his friend come back, even though it was from a distance.

Instead, they were spending time with Porter and learning what being a vampire was like through his eyes and not Sam's and they found the immortality they faced to be a lot more entertaining.

Porter knew enough about being the outcast to empathize with them. He was well aware of how strong they were and how hard it was for them to hold their tongue for the sake of "peace." So he didn't ask them to. They could be themselves, unapologetically. The clan would handle the fallout whether they like it or not, the same way they did for him.

He would never have imagined himself as a role model for anyone but after meeting Bright Eyes, he couldn't imagine anyone other than him fitting that role for his vampiric sibling. He shuddered at the idea of someone as fiery as Bright trying to model themselves after Vincent.

Vincent breaking down after leaving the clan:

Darlin: Oh, don't cry Vincent: I'm such an idiot Darlin: No...there, there Vincent: I miss my dad- Darlin: Oh, that's deeper than I want to go

i don’t know where else to put this but sometimes i wonder if milo’s dad ever sobered up and just stares at old pictures of him, milo, and marie as a family and just regrets neglecting them (if there was even a moment where they were together happily)

Grief is inevitable. In the many years and lifetimes that Gavin has lived through, he knew that fact through and through.

The love of his life, his Freelancer, had passed with a soft content smile in his arms. Seventy years had passed since he first met them.

He saw their youth and was with them every step as they aged - they always looked beautiful no matter what. He tried to reflect that in his own appearance too, after catching the way that their eyes would flicker in pain whenever they caught their reflection in the mirror next to his. He loved aging together with them, even if his own evidence of the passing of time on his face was artificial. He revelled in the way their smile lines were so deep with every passing year, and his heart was filled with warmth at the realisation that he caused it. He’d rarely seen them without a smile, after all.

They knew their end was nearing, and asked for him to stay with them, lying in bed in their home. He gently wrapped them in his arms and listened to the slow, weak beating of their heart. Even now, they had a smile on their face. They reached a shaking hand up to his face, and caressed it. A single tear fell from their eye.

“I didn’t know love until I met you.” They whispered. Gavin felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Their eyes sparkled with love until their last breath.

He thought he knew grief after the inversion. But this was different. It consumed him - his mind, his body, his every thought and breath. It felt wrong not to have the warmth of their body pressed to him. It felt wrong to have his core so empty, dull without the taste of love radiating from them. He looked at his aged face in the mirror and couldn’t recognise himself. Who was he without his Freelancer? How did he live before he met them?

Months and years passed. He wandered around aimlessly, feeding the bare minimum amount needed to survive, although he didn’t really know if there was a point anymore. He had altered his appearance back to what it was before he met Freelancer, hoping it would help him move on.

He was stupid to think he ever could. He doesn’t want to.

He wandered into the nearby 7-11 and went through the motions. He only feeds once every month or two now. The lonely man he chose as his “meal” was now sucking him off - it was quite a poor effort, but Gavin couldn’t care any less.

The doors opened, setting off that annoying jingle that played throughout the store. The person walked in, slowly browsing through each aisle before picking up a cup and filling it with a slurpee.

Gavin’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a cup dropping. Shit. He thought he’d cloaked them. He must’ve gotten rusty.

Then, he saw them.

The same eyes. The same energy pulsing through their core. They looked a little different - different eye colour, younger, and their features rounder than before, but Gavin was sure.

It was them.

His Freelancer.

The moment they locked eyes, theirs wide in shock and cheeks reddening in embarrassment, he tasted it. Gods. That sweet warmth of their desire.

And of course they’d ask for directions in the midst of this awkward situation.

Gavin couldn’t help but cry.

In that moment he realised,

Love was eternal.

He found his way back into their heart quite easily, for he knew every part of them intimately, both inside and out. Although their physical body had changed a little, he revelled in being able to explore this new side of them, relearning their sensitive areas. He was beyond pleased to feel their affection for him exceed lust - of course it did. This was his Freelancer, after all. The same kindhearted, loving Freelancer.

He could feel their core, a little fearful but determined and pure with affection, reaching out to him. They confessed that they loved him, and were awaiting his answer with shaking hands and the nervous pounding of their heart. Their eyes teared up, overwhelmed by the excitement of the prospect that he might love them back, but also the fear that he might reject them.

Oh, Freelancer.

He immediately took them in his embrace and kissed them, deep. He felt whole again. He felt alive. He tasted their love, now unrestrained, and melted at how sweet and familiar it was. He was home again. They smiled through their happy tears and whispered;

“I didn’t know love until I met you.”

Their eyes sparkled.

Love is eternal.

( when they met in wonderland ) sam: "i have a feelin' we'll see eachother again soon."

tw: a personally needed yap-sesh

basically js a sketch of my darlin design, im still trying 2 finalize it n i still havent pinpointed an outfit tbh theres a lot 2 b done! ESPECIALLY if i wanna stick to the gn listener thing ( i see them as a female more cs im a girl n its throwin me off so bad ) 😓 but them n sam r my favorites n ill mainly b postin ab them.. but! if yall have suggestions id be glad 2 do them!( with any of the redacted characters/listeners ) btw first post on here💗 ( cs ion feel safe posting ts typa content anywhere else )

james is a better man than me coz if that little rat was stood in my office after all the shit he pulled he wouldve left that room in a very small box

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE LOST AND FOUND ‼️

Ok so, ever since I first created my YV OC’s , I’ve always made SB, rook and Cas related in some way. First I made them siblings, then college buddies with different majors, but then I finally landed with the idea to just make the three of them all cousins that grew up together, basically siblings.

Cas being the oldest and SB being the youngest, but all three are born within the same year.

For some reasons left to be determined, the three haven’t seen each other in a few years.

And now that it’s considered cannon that Cas is Auron’s driver, with all of that in mind, imagine how ABSOLUTELY ACWARD AND EMBARRASSING that reunion was for Cas and rook, like imagine having to literally sit through listening to YOUR COUSIN giving the sloppiest of toppies to YOUR BOSS, and given the timeline, Cas might have been pretty new to this job when that took place.

And as for Rook, imagine you just did all that and then you hear the driver say that you guys arrived to your destination, but that voice… It sounds pretty familiar? You’ve heard that voice before, but where?

Just to see the privacy window roll down and it’s YOUR FUCKING COUSIN LIKE OMG. And they’re low key looking at you with a sense of trauma and pain in their eyes and all you can do is literally just sit and stare back like a deer in headlights wondering just how much they heard. I just know that Cas HAD to contact SB and tell them about that whole encounter, and rook knew they would too.

I find that to be the funniest thing ever, I didn’t think that the driver Casper HC would actually be canon 😭