#chainsmokersx

curled nicely against someone’s side, it doesn’t take ashley long to figure out who it is next to him. part of him doesn’t want to open his eyes because he just wants the moment to last longer. like nothing fell apart between the two of them. like everything was okay. instead of pushing away from the male, ashley just nestled himself more against the other’s frame. with his arm draped around domhnall’s middle, he soon began to trace small patterns against the other’s side. keeping his cheek pressed against the other’s shoulder, he just listens to the other breathing and doesn’t really acknowledge anything until domhnall starts to stir himself. but even then, ashley doesn’t move from his spot and stays close to his side. 

out of breath, lucas is standing in the middle of the sidewalk trying to catch his breath before he looks at his boyfriend. who is looking at him actually kind of worried, but it is his own fault anyways. “do you wanna go larry long legs? you can’t speed walk and drag me along behind you. i gotta go at my own pace.” 

“Okay but like, what the fuck. Do I actually make you cry? I’m not worth crying over.”

          Bright jade eyes rolled up with a scoff as the model reached for a pale silk robe. “Are you going to make a fuss every time I have a photoshoot in something less than a turtleneck and a pair of sweatpants?” She drawled out, slipping the robe on over the bikini that she’d been shooting in. “Honestly, let me know. I need to look in my schedule and make notes of when you’ll be in a mood.” Because she certainly wasn’t going to stop. Dita loved her job. She loved showing off. She loved knowing that people were looking at her, and how could they not? With how beautiful the goddess was, it was impossible not to draw the gazes of others. And she thrived beneath them. // @chainsmokersx

Hahaha, nawww, it was about me. And... now I really need to know why I come off as a straight out top to people. Hahaha. xD Someone answer this? Anyway, you’re only half correct. My preferences are as fluid as my sexuality, tbh. :P

the two of them had been laying on the couch for a good half and hour after harper had finally gone to sleep. with her back pressed against the back of the couch, leia is tracing the sleeping ( or so she thought ) male’s features. sighing once, she is about to sit up fully before she is pulled back to down to lay back at her previous spot. blinking at him as he slowly opens his eyes, leia can’t help but just look at him. “are you okay?”

“i don’t know why you think i am petty -- i am like.. ten times nicer than judge.” okay that is a bit of a stretch. seeing as xerxes can be just as petty sometimes. “i think i am one of the nicest people around here for the most part.”

“she is just being extra picky about her coffee today. clearly someone needs to go to bed early tonight.”