#interaction: honeybeehimbowrites

[ghcststory]

closed starter for @honeybeehimbowrites!

The bassline from the party happening inside still thrummed faintly through the balcony doors. Everything was softer out here, the city muffled by the altitude, the air cool and Isla's mind wasn't racing as much as it usually was. She was exhausted, her body tired and worn but there was a fire inside of her that wouldn't let her rest, even after the concert they had just put on. She rested her back against the railing, the alcohol swirling through her system and the haze of the weed blurring lines of reality and fantasy. A fantasy she only thought of when he was around. "You looked like you were having a moment with that solo tonight. Should I be jealous?" It was a harmless, playful little quip, but by now it was probably obvious she had been teetering the line of keeping things professional and personal for a while now. Even though he wasn't hers and she wasn't his, Isla caught herself imagining what it would be like if he was and how damn jealous she'd be of just about everything, too. Not the best look, but she owed a lot of it to the longing and the cat and mouse game they had going on. "You always play like you’ve got something to prove. Makes me wonder who you’re trying to impress out there."

[ghcststory]

the chaos unfolded like a slow-motion scene from a movie she never wanted to star in, every sound muffled except for the pounding of her heart. people swarmed her, them, the entire scene. she was quick to push them all away as she crawled up and onto her feet, immediately focused on what was happening between chase and the other guy. a scream escaped her, loud and high pitched, and it felt like her head was about to explode. still, she was quick to throw herself into the mix, to try and stop chase from digging a hole he couldn't escape from. "stop!" she demanded, the swarm of people simply watching as he continued striking blow after blow to the stranger. "chase! chase stop it!" her pleas were falling on deaf ears and it was all her fault. she riled him up, she caused this mess, and she was to blame for everything that happened. "enough chase! chase please!" a swell of tears lined her bottom lid and her voice cracked at the blood from the guy's face coated chase's fist and became the only thing daphne could see. "please! you're gonna kill him!" it wasn't until two other onlookers got involved and managed to pull the two apart in ways daphne couldn't. but once there was a moment where the man was lying there bloody and bruised and chase had stopped for even a second, she was quick to jump in between them, standing in front of chase to prevent him from doing more damage. "i'm sorry, okay!? i'm sorry!" she screamed at him, pounding against his chest and pushing him back. and she was sorry, for everything. but right now, all she could think about was getting him out of there. "are you out of your fucking mind, chase?!" she looked back, most people now concerned with the half conscious guy on the ground and she turned back to him, hands gripping his face to force his attention to her. "you need to go. go, chase! now!" she begged, her eyes wide and frantic.

there was a rush going through chase's body right now, he wasn't the type to get involved in fights at parties, but something primal had been revealed inside of him. maybe it was everything that was happening daphne, maybe it was the alcohol in his system, maybe it was that chase didn't like the look of this guy, or maybe it was all of the above, nevertheless chase wasn't backing down. chase couldn't tell who daphne was talking too, but it didn't matter to him what she meant, he was doing this, and she didn't have a say anymore. people were gathering around them and they were causing a scene. chase shook his head at daphne "i don't need you to protect me." chase told daphne off as he looked back at daphne's aggressive dance partner. it happened quickly and suddenly daphne was being shoved away, people stormed over to daphne, and her dance partner who ended up shoving her even had a look of shock and disbelief in his face. but chase was only seeing red now, and the guy looked mildly apologetic. but it was too late. chase had felt it building up inside of him tired of how he had talked to him and daphne, chase lunged at the guy, tripping him over and letting him fall to the floor. the guy yelled out and put his hands on chase's face, trying to push him away. chase started throwing punches at the guy, repeatedly punching his face before he was pulled away by some guys.

[sunliights]

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“maybe the delivery guy has a thing for you?” eden suggested with a little laugh, reaching out to take the package from him. she tilted her head as leo started to ramble on, biting down on her lower lip so that she didn’t smile too hard as a result of it. “you think i’m attractive?” she shouldn’t have sounded too surprised by the his words but she still acted as though she was. it was quite obvious with the way he looked so nervous just talking to her about what was inside the bag. “are you sure you’re not picturing me in it? i mean, it’s only natural to. i won’t be offended.”

[ofdisregard]

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Riley’s smile faltered, barely noticeable, as Chase spoke. Just a girl in his class. They laugh. It’s nice. She forced her expression to stay neutral, but her fingers tightened slightly around the ceramic mug in her hands.

“Pretty, huh?” The words came out breezy, casual—a practiced tone she’d mastered over years of masking deeper feelings. She set the mug on the counter behind her and crossed her arms again, leaning back. “Well, if she’s got good taste in people, then yeah, she probably likes you.” Her lips quirked upward, but the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

It wasn’t jealousy. That would be ridiculous. Chase was her best friend, and this was what best friends did—talked about people they liked, celebrated each other’s wins. That twisting knot in her chest had to be something else. Maybe she was just protective. Yeah, that was it. Protective.

“Do you like her?” Riley tilted her head slightly, her voice still light, playful, though her gaze flickered with something quieter, harder to define. “Like, for real. Or are you just caught up in the novelty of someone new?” She raised an eyebrow, her tone leaning into its usual teasing lilt. “I mean, no offense, but you’re kind of a sucker for a shiny distraction. Remember that phase where you were obsessed with learning French because of, what was her name—oh, Claire? Claire from math class?”

The memory forced a small laugh out of her, but it felt hollow in her chest. Riley pushed off the counter, closing the space between them to plop into the chair opposite Chase. She rested her chin on her palm, watching him closely. “Don’t get me wrong, Chase. I’m happy for you. I just…” Her words trailed off, and for a moment, she looked like she wanted to say more. Instead, she straightened up and smiled again, masking whatever had flickered behind her eyes.

“I mean, if you want my opinion, any girl who makes you smile like that is probably worth the shot.” Riley’s voice softened, a hint of sincerity threading through the teasing.

She kicked lightly at his shin under the table, just enough to touch but not enough to harm. “Just don’t go replacing me, yeah? You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” The laugh that followed was easier this time, more natural, but her heart still stumbled in her chest, stubborn and unresolved. "I still expect our weekly movie nights, no matter what girl snatches you up."

[angelsdvsts]

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"and here i was, dressed up so fucking nice -- looking hot as hell, waiting for you to come home and surprise you . . . but of course, you walk in with a different bitch, why am i not surprised? you're a piece of shit, so have fun fucking her." digits wraps around the wine bottle, turning to leave the other.

[moondustlings]

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her mouth was full, so she couldn't verbalize how much she loved what he was doing, but her expressive eyes agreed as much as she looked up at him. his hold on her throat as he pumped his hips in and out out of her eager mouth turned her on so much that she was sure she was dripping down her thighs. the only sounds coming from her was the glug, glug, glug of his cock using her mouth, drool and his precum spilling over to spill down her chin. gently, she tapped his thigh just for a moment to breath, eyes beginning to tear at how he used her. "i love it," she finally was able to say, wiping at her chin. "keep going, baby. don't hold back," she gasped. "don't stop until you're cumming down my throat."

[packagecfgirlyevil]

closed starter for @honeybeehimbowrites / 2mf ( from this meme ) for rish & savannah

savannah knew this was crossing like a thousand lines, but with her thighs spread for him, her head face down in a pillow and his dick teasing her like he was - dragging it over her clit, against her ass, anywhere but sliding inside of her - she simply could not have come up with any reasons to walk away if she tried. "please," she whimpered, his hands warm on her hips, "just fuck me already, god." she was rewarded with his cock sliding into her cunt, her moan echoing around the on-call room around them. "fuck," she murmured, biting down on her own arm to keep herself quiet as her walls adjusted around him - yes, sneaking away with him was definitely worth the risk of getting caught.

[midnightrainrp]

@honeybeehimbowrites

The whole idea of having a fake relationship to look better in the eyes of the media wasn’t an uncomfortable one for Allison at all. She’d been in this business for far too long to be more than familiar to how things were handled, plus it wasn’t like she was the kind of girl who’d be against such a thing. She wasn’t waiting for the right one and her biggest concern was her career, so when her agent approached her with the plan at hand, the girl had been more than happy to agree. She had heard of him, even met him a couple of times, but there wasn’t a friendship there nor plenty of interactions. Still he was good-looking and famous enough for her to give her approval.

Allison hadn’t wanted a formal encounter between the two, choosing to send Elias a text message and meet him in her favourite bar. Sure, there were going to be a couple of people snapping pictures here and there, but it allowed for some privacy in the booth she’d reserved for them. The brunette had ordered a bottle of champagne, the waiter popping it open and eliciting an excited exclamation from the girl just as she spotted the man who was supposed to be her future boyfriend. “You made it!” She greeted Elias, taking his hand gently and pressing a kiss to his cheek, a wide grin on her lips. “I got us champagne, we obviously need to celebrate!” The girl told him as she grabbed two glasses and passed one over to the man.

[ghcststory]

closed starter from @honeybeehimbowrites continued from here!

Her eyes shamelessly wandered along him, though more to get a sense of who he was than anything. They didn't a lot of people out this way, and the ones they did get were mostly regulars looking for a place to stay while hiking, hunting or whatever it was they were up to in this neck of the woods. So to see someone new was exciting, and maybe that showed on her face more than it should've. "You made the wise choice. The roads through the canyon can be killer during a storm. Hard to see, hard to steer." She stepped forward, her arm resting on the front desk counter. "Not really, but I promise it's not because of the service or anything," she chuckled, "we just... a bit off the Beaten Path, I guess." Vivian glanced over her shoulder as the wind blew the rain in under the awning, and she turned her attention back to the newcomer. "Well, it's good to have you here. Are you hungry or anything? We've got some gumbo left from the evening meal. Otherwise, happy to just grab you your key if you wanna make a run outside for your room. It'll be one of the ones just around the corner."

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @honeybeehimbowrites | based off of [x]

"i don't think that your dad would be too happy knowing that you're in my room right now instead of watching the club..."

[ghcststory]

it was happening so fast. one minute she was trying to comfort him, the next he had his arms around, comforting her as he was saying goodbye? the shock was still so fresh, her heart breaking in real time, like she was delicate glass in his hands. "chase, don't do this." a sob finally fell, her eyes welling at the way he said goodbye. her hands clung to him desperately, fingers gripping him like she could stop all of this. it felt surreal. she was his person, he was her's, how was this happening? but then they were pulling apart, he was placing a kiss to her head, their bodies detaching, and daphne didn't think anything could ever hurt her this much. she felt gutted, numb, and she couldn't bring herself to say it back, she refused to believe that they'd never speak again. so when he stepped back and she realized the only thing to do was leave, daphne shook her head in disbelief. this wasn't happening. it couldn't be happening. "don't.." she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she watched him. watched as their friendship crumbled in front of her eyes and there was nothing she could do to stop it. the only option was to leave. so she did what he wanted, grabbing her coat, slipping her arms in the sleeves before turning off on her heel, and leaving through the door.

it hurt chase to see her like this, but he had spent so much time focusing on daphne and making her happy, it was time for him to put himself first for once. and that wasn't her fault, it was his. he wanted to give in as the begging and pleading came, but he knew he had to stay strong. perhaps it would have been better if they hadn't talked at the party, maybe they would just continue avoiding each other without having to actually talk about what had happened. chase slowly raised his body from the couch "you can't." he said in a low voice as he stood up, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain hit him over and over again for every step he took towards her. "it's okay daphne." chase said as he had finally made it in front of her, grabbing her arm so she would stop pacing and look at him. he had a sad look on his face, he couldn't help it, he was upset too. he just wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. his hands stroking her back up and down, the tears in his eyes threatening to unleash. "we don't have a choice." chase said simply as he pulled his head back to look over his friend's eyes, that beautiful face that had pulled him in, his gaze wandered down to her lips, wanting to kiss her just one last time. but he wasn't going to do that, instead he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "bye daphne." there wasn't any point extending the pain, and he needed rest. a lot of rest to get over this.

[angelsdvsts]

↪ closed for @honeybeehimbowrites | based off of [x]

just as ayla was gaining up the courage to tell the other that she had feelings for them, her world came crumbling down. the high deflates as she head down the stairs only to see them kissing another at a party. ayla pauses, swallows the lump down her throat and continues walking pass the kissing people.

[moondustlings]

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"oh as in good or i should probably take this off and wear jeans?" if there was one guy's perspective she trusted, it was drew's, and right now his immediate reaction wasn't giving her much confidence. turning back towards the mirror, her head titled to the side as she took in her reflection again. "i know it's a lot but i just—" what? she wanted to stand out? be different? finally be seen as more than elias' little sister? just when she was going to push him out to change, he spoke again. her eyes met hers in the mirror and she laughed. "yeah, well, he can shove it." biting her lip, she pulled down her dress again. "are you sure?" she didn't want to sound like a broken record or like she was fishing for compliments, but she also didn't want to look like an idiot. turning on her heel, she stepped towards him. "you're telling me the truth, right? you're not just being nice?" he was nice, but he wasn't really the type to be nice just to spare her feelings. it was one of the things she liked most about him. "i promise once i start drinking i won't be this annoying."

[ghcststory]

when he brought her to the couch, playful, tickling laughter fumbled from her lips, soon to be replaced by a groan satisfaction when he had himself positioned between her legs, snorting up the line of cocaine from her skin. her hand had slid down the couch, and when beck was done, she curled her fingers in his hair, tugging just enough to pull him towards her, so her mouth was right next to his ear. "that was a good start," her lips brushed along his jaw, teeth grazing over the stubble, and her tongue darted out to wet his skin. "but now i think it's my turn." teething at his ear, tugging playfully, tessa's hands moved to his shoulders, and then down, nails pressing against his chest, not enough to hurt him, just enough to let him know she was going to take a little control. "we need this off, though." she mused, hands running along his torso, over his shirt, before finding the hem, pulling it up, over his head, and discarding it. "now why don't you lay down and let me take care of you." moving her leg over him, tessa urged him up and back, her hand pushing into his bare chest as she lied him back and moved to straddle him. "don't worry, i'll make it quick so no one catches you under me." as if it would matter mostly for him, rather than her.

beck wanted her, needed her, craved her, and when he felt her fingers curling into his hair. beck was feeling the rush both from the coke and from her, being so close to her, tasting the sweat on her skin. her soothing voice in his ear, it had an effect on him and he knew that she knew that. beck looked at the bare leg in front of him and he smirked at her as he looked down at her. "you're such fucking trouble." beck said in a low voice, and he loved that he was sure he knew that. beck threw all pretenses out the window as he leaned forward and captured tessa's lips with his own. as he kissed her he walked with her back to the couch he had previously been sitting on. they were in the backstage area, anyone could walk in and that was exciting too. beck pushed her down on the couch and then grabbed her leg, placing kisses up her leg until he reached her thigh. beck got the bag and placed a line on her soft and supple skin. he pressed his nose to her thigh and snorted the line, again licking the remains of it. "how's that" beck asked with a wicked grin as he looked up at tessa from in between her legs, a place he really wanted to get more acquainted with.

[ghcststory]

despite the urgency to leave, to run away and not have to deal with this, daphne's legs betrayed her. they were rooted in their spot as he approached, and even if he hadn't trapped her in a way, she doubted she could even bring herself to leave now that they were here, standing face to face. a lump formed in her throat, the guilt she had carried with her like a weight for the past however many months felt even heavier now that he was in front of her. he was right though, it was bound to happen eventually.

"i'm good," she so quick to respond, though her voice weak. "i mean... i'm alright. just ya know, living life. surviving. can't really complain." the words were forced, and the laugh that followed felt even more so. her gaze fell to the ground and she bit on the corner of her lip. "what about you?" daphne looked up to him again, doing just about everything in her power to not to let her composure fall to the ground in front of her. a part of her wanted to gesture to the woman in the other room, the one she had seen him locking lips with. comment on how he must've been doing great now. but another part, the one that was desperately trying to be better, knew it wasn't her place. she wasn't supposed to feel hurt or jealous or angry or any of that, not when she had been the one who had hurt him in the first place. "how's the family? you see them for the holidays?" it was nothing but small talk, but between being trapped and stuck, what the else could she say?

it had hurt him to admit it, but not having daphne in his life, not pining after her everyday, watching her with her boyfriend, it had made his life better. he didn't really the extent of how he was hurting until she was gone. he did miss his friend, but thought that maybe it was better this way. she had made no effort to contact him either, which he both appreciated and analyzed to himself. and it had come to the point where it had been so long since they had talked that picking up the phone to call her seemed unnatural. but he definitely wasn't angry at her anymore, they had both made mistakes and when he did think of her it was mostly about a sadness of what could have been if he had been honest about his feelings from the start maybe they could have salvaged their friendship. during the first few months of no contact he had secretly hoped that one day daphne would knock on his door, pull him into a kiss and say she loved him. that he had let go of, he was now sure that was never an option. she would never have feelings for him, and he had become okay with that thought.

a wave of emotions struck him as he saw daphne, happiness, sorrow, longing. but no anger. confirming to him that he had really moved on from her. chase wasn't a guy that was quick on his feet, so it took him a little while to ruminate on what was happening, leaving space for daphne to talk. chase just looked at her with a dumb look on his face, his hand absentmindedly reaching out and taking the vodka. "wait.. no." chase said as he stepped closer to her, leaving her no room to leave where he currently was standing. "you don't have to be sorry… i mean i kind of expected this to happen sooner, we do have mutual friends." he himself had avoided a few party invites, thinking daphne would be there. he wondered if she had done the same. "how are you?" he asked giving her a little soft smile, as a way of letting her know he held no ill will towards her, and that he genuinely wanted to know. he still cared about her, that would never change for him.

[ghcststory]

lipstick smeared across the tissue as she wiped her lips, eyes locked on the reflection in the mirror. despite the chaos of the music on the other side of the walls, tess had managed to tune it out and was focusing on nothing but her thoughts. it was beck's words that pulled her attention back to the real world. “yeah well, they’re easy to impress,” she mused, running her fingers through her hair. her eyes found his in the mirror, and she offered up a smirk. "but not you. not anymore, anyways." not that she personally had tried, but she definitely saw as the others flaunted themselves in front of him only to be met with disinterest. "what are you doing for the rest of the night? you staying late? otherwise, i hear benny behind the bar's throwing that party for his girl. bet everyone would looooove to see the boss show up."

open to: females (age gaps allowed!) plot: this

beck walked past the men eagerly throwing their money at the woman who was currently taking her top off for them. of course it wasn't nearly as exciting for beck, cause he had seen the woman do it hundreds of times. when the mystery disappeared, he lost interest. of course there was one exception. beck moved to the backstage area, a perk of managing the place. she was sitting in front of the make up mirror, still in her outfit. "good work out there, today." beck mused as he sat down on one of the couches. a lot of the girls wanted him, they'd rather be a mob wife than a stripper and they knew the cliché of mob guys marrying strippers. beck wasn't interested in any one of them though. except her. "no one brings in as much money as you. the guys go crazy."