#honeyrough

[delicatekill]

       honeyrough. right now he’s got an unlit cigarette limp between plump brims and a lighter in one hand that he’s gotten too distracted to make use of. his gaze is set on her mouth. she’s been saying some futile thing or another about a furniture store for what feels like ions now and he’d stop her if he weren’t so fond of just watching. it’s been minutes since he’s entirely checked out of the conversation and lent his attention to more important things. the way her pretty little lips part. how her ear keeps back strands of hair and calls to be breathed profanities into. the pattern of changes her tone of voice takes as she speaks. these things, they compliment each other. one not able to work as well in being so captivating without the next. 

       he blinks. free hand comes up to pluck the cigarette from his mouth and he licks his lesser lip in enticement, head lilting over the slightest whilst a smirk comes cross his features. the more she speaks the further he sees himself unmaking her. stripping the pristine from her and having her come undone just beneath him. given the opportunity, he won’t hesitate to devour her.

[delusionaliisms]

THEY’D ARRIVED AT HIS GRANDPARENTS’ HOUSE only a few hours earlier and they’d been greeted with nothing but love and open arms.  just the mere sight of the place and the smell of it inside had been enough to fill xander with an almost surreal feeling of  HOME  that had made him hold his grandma just a little tighter and a little longer  (  almost as an apology that it’d been a while since his last visit  ).  it hadn’t taken long for his grandparents’ attention to shift from their grandson to the boy he’d brought with him and that was how the last few hours had gone by  —  with mainly his grandma trying to get to know arlo and make him feel as welcomed as well as she could  (  his grandpa had tried too but everyone knew that walter rux was a grumpy man  ).

when xander had informed his oma that they had a long day of traveling behind them and they’d want to rest for a little bit,  they’d managed to catch a little break from her overly enthusiastic antics  (  she was five seconds away from breaking out the photo albums already and xander figured all of this must've been a little overwhelming for his boyfriend  ).  now in the room she’d made ready for them,  xander places their luggage down on the floor before he’s finally turning to his lover,  slightly concerned crease between his brows.  he’s afraid of overwhelming him too much,  scaring him away with all of this.   ❝  you feeling okay,  baby ?  ❞

a closed  ( and a very late  )  starter for @honeyrough !

[valcntinc]

          dear olivia / @honeyrough — he paced around his closet far too long for someone that ended up opting for a pair of black pants and a button-up red top. but to be fair, his mind was occupied with remembering he was just moments from seeing olivia again. he had seen her briefly the day before, he knew that; he couldn’t help how his heart would RACE every single time his eyes fell onto her frame. he knew they would get pictures that come from the date; going to a public festival always gave that risk. but caelan grew to enjoy those pictures; getting to look at paparazzi pictures to remember their times together. he had even gotten her a small bouquet of flowers to greet her for their date; he’d always act like every single date of theirs was the first. and then, he’s in front of the large wooden door and it’s time for him to — knock knock knock. 

[flcweredfeast-blog]

@honeyrough​.

JERSEY BOY’S EYES settle on the country boy in front of him, mesmerized ( as he usually is ) with the other’s presence. he hadn’t needed this internship in the first place, what with his family name and family MONEY, but at the moment he can’t help but feel grateful for his parents’ pushing of him to apply to this opportunity ; quinn, of course, is never one to object or complain, and he truly does enjoy working for one of the largest music conglomerates on the globe ------ but seeing the smiling face of the curly-haired boy he’s been assigned to assist is one of the biggest perks he can get. sebastian is ... attractive, sure, anyone with eyes and half a BRAIN can see that ( what with the emerald eyes and broad shoulders, all wrapped up in a flannel ), but quinn can’t help but notice his talent, and his kindness, and it’s those sparkling traits that keep the blond hooked, grinning ear to ear every damn DAY. “ hey, sebs, i’ve been workshopping that one melody for that ballad ... when we get into the studio, i’ll show ya! got my guitar in there again, and a keyboard for any piano stuff you wanna work out. ”

[fracturie-archived]

"I can’t seem to get you off my mind.”

@honeyrough​  ♡

[xstillsane]

         && @honeyrough

             he’s not exactly sure at this point how the night had started off. it all seems to be a bit of a blur, but he’s certain he’d started with only a couple lines of coke and some drinks, nothing too serious. and yet, ian’s sitting on a bathroom counter of someone’s house, kissing a pretty boy---- it’s how most of his nights seem to end these days with the difference that he’s usually not lucky enough to be kissing beau. fair enough, there was always someone pretty to kiss but his old best friend was by far his favourite. “you look so lovely tonight,” he murmurs against the other’s lips, fingertips gently running through his hair. “sometimes wish i could spend every night with you.” they don’t see each other as frequently as ian would like it, but that’s mostly down to his busy lifestyle. his hand slips into his back pocket, grinning as he finds a sharpie and a pack of powder in there. “give me your hand, love.” 

[oftermagants]

the dark-haired male likes to think that his hand feels completely nice against her ass. though, it was innocent fun at first - the cheeky thought of proceeding after the blonde’s shouting to stop makes it all more tempting. running his fingers now along his lips after hearing the first moan, his brows raise. large hand sneakily moving lower over the clothed core but back towards her covered bum to give two more spanks. ‘ suppose i could stop now, ‘ he teases, only to hear what she would speak of next. // @honeyrough

[gunshotheart]

closed starter for @honeyrough. ( based on the 3rd bullet )

        dahlia had been introduced to the other a few months ago, and she hadn’t realised why. and maybe she should have. of course, they’d only been introduced for one reason - to get married. over the time they’d spent together, dahlia may have began falling for the other but she’d never admit to it. she didn’t want to give their parents the satisfaction of knowing their pushy ways had actually helped their children fall for each other. the female brushes her hand over the fabric of her dress before she takes a glass from a tray, thanking the server before making their way over to the other and taking a sip from the glass. “they think they’re being subtle, but it’s obvious where they want this to go,” she spoke softly, eyes scanning the crowd before landing on her mother - catching her quickly looking away from the pair as they stood together.

[illuminate-these-hopeless-places]

@honeyrough

He’s only a little bit tipsy, his glass of wine not quite empty, but that doesn’t change what he’s about to say to Harper. What he’s been thinking about her for a long time. He turns his head to look at her sitting in the lawn chair beside him, breathtaking in the light of the setting sun. “You know...I’m glad he dumped me. If not, we might not be friends.”

[rosesandhxney]

 He wasn’t expecting the interview to have to happen so early. Cody was many things, that was true, but nowhere on his list of skills was being a morning person. Still, his life depended on this interview, which is why he was standing at the front door of none other than the infamous Blaine Reed, having topped the charts from behind the scenes for nearly half a decade before deciding to swoop in himself and claim whatever was left of the music industry that wasn’t already under his thumb. 

Hmm. He would have to remember that wording for later. 

The job that had Cody standing in his doorway in the first place was his new position as head editor of next months front page interview with Rolling Stone. Cody couldn’t remember a time in his life where he didn’t want this, where writing for Rolling Stone- let alone being project head on the front fucking cover- wasn’t something he hoped of achieving before he died. Now he was 22 and, in his book, already had everything he wanted in life. 

All he had to do was get past the persona (and thus, person) inside the intimidating house-- one with a reputation that was of no surprise to him. 

He’d read up on Blaine Reed, of course. Everything from interviews with other magazines to fan encounters on twitter before he’d ever really become someone to tweet about, and they all had a few things in common: He was talented, he was beautiful, and he was a proper dick. The two former options were what he was to focus the article on, but the latter commentary piqued his interest almost equally so. You couldn’t blame him, right? There was a reason journalists got to the source of the gossip the quickest--they couldn’t seem to take their finger off the pulse of it, even if it burned them. 

He was lost in thought when someone finally came to open the door, Cody pasting a rather large smile onto his face, standing up straighter. His Rolling Stone Crew t-shirt was slightly oversized on his body, skin-tight black jeans underneath completing the ensemble of ‘I’m probably a professional, but they almost may have hired me just because I look cool.’ Honestly, he didn’t mind which it was, as long as he got to go back every day. 

Clearing his throat, he extended his hand to the man in front of him--the man that he was surprised was just as beautiful as every picture, every video, and every fan had ever said he was. It took him a second to force words out of his throat, sunlight starting to peak over the horizon line in a way that made the green hue of the others eyes look more ethereal than he anticipated. “Hey, I’m Cody Night, journalist and head editor on your Front Cover project next month for Rolling Stone. I’ll be spending the week with you. It’s nice to officially meet you, Mr. Reed.” He said, nodding shortly. @honeyrough 

[paintedneons]

———  ❛ ♡   closed for @honeyrough.

          KEZRAH HAD SUFFERED with nightmares for longer than she’d care to admit, but they’d eased of when she was dating olivia. but now? they were back and worse than ever. that’s the reason she’s stood outside olivia’s door, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she debates on knocking on the door. the worst that can happen is olivia turns her away, it’ll hurt her pride, sure - but she’d eventually get over it. kezrah takes a deep breath, fiddling with the sleeve of her pyjama shirt before she gently knocks on the door - taking a small step back and waiting.

[delusionaliisms]

HE’S LAYING ON THE BED,  upper body propped up against some pillows as he’s watching his lover put away some freshly done laundry  (  previously he’d been scrolling through his phone but now the mobile device was abandoned by his side,  eyes watching his lover’s movements  ).  there’s a lot on his mind — he’s wrapped up in his own little world with most of his thoughts swirling around his lover and the mere fact that he’s been taking this boy for granted for too long.  they’re going through the aftermaths of one of their fights again  ;  it’s been a couple of days since they made up but xander still carries the guilt in his chest  (  he’s tired of fighting so much and over so little,  he doesn’t understand himself and he doesn’t understand how and why arlo still puts up with him — which only makes the man feel even MORE GRATEFUL for this boy and the patience he has  ).

troubled by his own thoughts and more importantly HIS OWN BEHAVIOR,  he snaps out of his mind and breaks the comfortable silence between them before his lover disappears.  except that his words don’t come out quite the way he means them in.  ❝ I DON’T APPRECIATE YOU ENOUGH. ❞

closed starter for @honeyrough !

[vvlgcr]

(!) incoming text message.

suki: im so confused on what just happened and i just..

suki: nirvana told me that i needed to go out and 'live a little' and that it wouldn't kill me to have a hook-up or something. she said it would be good for me or whatever.

suki: well this guy started talking to me and we went back to his place. and i was like oh sh*t maybe this isn't a good idea idk!! and then.....

suki: he showed me his beanie baby collection. and i'm... very confused. he wanted me to 'hump him like i was humping a beanie baby' and i just.... i left, clearly. and i realized something.

suki: i think i'm meant to be alone and never lose my virginity.

[flcweredfeast-blog]

@honeyrough​.

NINE TWENTY-ONE and already, the blonde’s accomplished nearly all of her tasks assigned to her for the day, her drive unparalleled despite her striking lack of sleep and, oddly, zero cups of caffeine. neat white papers in front of her are streaked with multicolored neon, post-its stacked neatly ( in rainbow AND chronological order, thank you very much ) of messages for her colleagues currently away from their desks. elegant but deliberate fingers reach to push a strand of gold from her face, mind already on the next line of her to-do list ( reorganizing the boxes of pen on the second supply shelf, this time by brand and shade ). she glances up just in time for icy hues to catch sight of the man approaching her desk, a familiar but UNWELCOME face. 

“ good morning, mr. hasen. ” formality is key ; no need pretending that they’re friends, and nova certainly isn’t interested in one step beyond a strictly professional relationship. she’s been dealing with him far more often than NOT lately, and frankly, it is a miracle her eyes haven’t rolled right out of her head with the lines he’s been spewing to her. still, he is at the very least entertaining ------ ten more minutes and nova would have been out of things to do, alone with her unforgiving and unfriendly thoughts ; it feels wrong to say she’s grateful for his presence, but the notion makes it a bit easier to flash him a polite smile. “ can i help you with something today? ”

[morniingsun-a]

“ kiss me one more time. ” from blaine ✨

𝒹𝑒𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 on her lesser brim, attempting to hold back a grin at his request. ❝ as you wish. ❞ ------ god, did she really just make a princess bride reference ? could she get any dorkier ? and how on earth had blaine been able to put up with her said dorkiness ?

a blush settled on her cheeks as she gently placed a hand on his cheek and got up on her tippy toes so she could reach him properly ( and cursed herself for being a whole two feet shorter than him ----- though she would never actually admit she's tiny ) before she pressed her soft brims to his in a sweet yet passionate kiss. she couldn't help but smile into it as she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, for it felt as if her lips were made to be pressed against his. her petals moved slowly against his as she enjoyed the taste of his, and she doesn't think she would rather be doing anything else at that moment.

[xstillsane]

&& @honeyrough

           “i don’t see how you cannot see it.” there’s genuine confusion painted across his face as he looks back at the other. “it’s a bunny---” he lifts the animal until the other is faced with said bunny, before moving it a little closer towards their face. “with a party hat on.” this time, bambi points at the pink party hat on the small animal’s face, before moving his own head closer as well, so he could face them. “how do you not think it’s funny ?? it’s my birthday, you’re supposed to make me happy today, that should literally be everyone’s priority.”