#loweringdusk

she’d had his birthday planned for months ; a surprise mid tour, a night time sky diving adventure before they retreated to the hotel where they’d probably binge watch old macaulay culkin films over pizza and beer. ( well, wine for her of course ) but alas, hannah should’ve known that her plan would fall through -- there’s absolutely no way she could go sky diving now. so instead, she’s spent all morning perfecting her rather complex take on a funfetti cake. now, with daphne perched in her arms and hershey trailing behind ( they’re sporting party hats mind you, trust ) hannah, smelling like nothing short of a patisserie, steps into the guest room, peeking in carefully as if not to wake him. she would’ve dived straight into the bed for a cuddle if it weren’t for the fear that he was sleeping sans clothing. “ rise and shine, birthday boy. ”

they’re now seated on the plane waiting for safety instructions and takeoff but his body is screaming to tear off the other’s shirt and let his large hands explore ashton’s frame ; his mind uncontrollably recalling the feeling of his boyfriend’s warm breath against his neck, teeth nipping at his skin as they moved in near perfect harmony. it’s what comes with the beginning stages of a new relationship really ; excitement, frustration, yearning. blair knows he’s falling hard and he isn’t scared to admit it. he’s falling headfirst for ashton hunt, the boy who he’d once only known as a voice on the radio and who’d made it horrifyingly difficult for him to edit his backstage interview. ( then again, was it really that hard? six hours of staring at the other’s face on a computer screen isn’t really a burden, now is it. ) “ i really. want to go ice skating when we get there, ” he mumbles, “ i know i’m super uncoordinated, but i want to try it. even if i do slice my ear off, it’d be worth it. ” poor effort to distract himself from the fact that the other’s palm is creeping up his leg now, really. “ stop it, ” he hisses. blair’s aware that it’ll only cause ashton to continue stirring him wild, but he can’t help the words that fall from his mouth. he’s never had much of a filter. “ anyway, if we end up falling on our asses with blisters all over our toes, we can say we did it together right, ” pause, “ and i’ll have excellent footage of you falling on your ass for the entire world to see, ” he chuckles, “ that’ll bring my subscriber count to five million, i’m sure. but yeah, if we’re sore we can have a really nice warm bath after. ” the idea is seemingly romantic to blair and now he’s smiling rather contently at the thought. “ with cheese fondu. ” random, really, but blair is a firm believer that cheese fondu makes every situation about eleven times better.  it might’ve been easy to work blair up, but he’s just as easily distracted. he’s half day dreaming now, really, but when the plane’s up in the air and the seat belt sign is off, both eyes are instinctively flitting toward the nearby restroom. “ i gotta... pee, ” he decides. and soon he’s wandered his way into the bathroom, waiting for ashton to arrive. five minutes later he does, and blair kisses him fervently, fingers delving into his hair, well ruining his styled quiff, which probably isn’t the best idea -- but neither is this. his lips part enthusiastically against ashton’s while he uses his free hand to fiddle with the lock, but it’s too difficult because he’s too distracted and soon blair is practically chuckling against ashton’s mouth at his own inability to lock a damn door. eventually, they’ve got it shut and the electricity in the small space is undeniable. his hands splay beneath the boy’s shirt as he tugs him close. he holds him safely, but his intentions are anything but pure. he hums lowly, trying his hardest to suppress a deep moan. he knows very well they’re in an airplane bathroom, but give or take a few minutes and it’s likely he’ll be completely immersed in their own bubble of a world. hands have now descended to secure against ashton’s bum, which quite frankly is his favourite part of his boyfriend’s body. when ashton’s shirt is removed, he’s tugging him closer if possible, lips against the other’s as his tongue brazenly enters to explore the other’s mouth and god, he’s lucky. so damn lucky. ... to be flying first class, of course. it’s clear their bathrooms are larger for a reason. 

thats what i tried doing for the past hour but nope not happening :(

        to put it very lightly, delilah feels like a child who just got candy. it’s been no more than a couple hours since landing in amsterdam but, from the little she saw so far, it’s safe to say the girl is in love with the city & she can, already, tell it will be a pain to leave all this behind. all the pretty lights & the beauty surrounding but above all things, all the peace of mind the place seems to provide her. right now, however, those thoughts are pushed back & the only two things occupying her mind are amsterdam & joshua. ❝ you know, ❞ she starts, taking a couple steps in the direction of the raven & running her hands up his arms to his shoulders, until she can just lock them behind his neck. ❝ i think you just won, like, the best boyfriend of the year award. thank you for this, josh. really. ❞

         you see one of the problems ( or not as much of a problem but still ) of being with someone with a personality as strong as yours is that the likelihood of something simple turning into the beginning of a fight, is very high. ❝ you can’t be serious, imogen. i just told you i was going to on a trip to new york for a few days & asked you to come with me. i didn’t ask you to fucking marry me. it’s a holiday, not a goddamn proposal. can’t you just... chill? ❞

     one thing dawn has learnt during the short period of time she’s met malachi is that, for the most part, the lad is up to no good. so why she ended up conceding & going on a so called date ( that, to be fair, she half expected to include booze, sex, weed or something illegal ) was still a mystery to the blonde. yet, there she was; right beside the raven she had, unintentionally, grown a little bit fond of. ❝ okay, i have two questions, ❞ pause. ❝ how long till ye’ make me regret this? & where the fuck are ye’ taking me? i don’t like surprises so... spill, mal. ❞ 

i probably wont be having a lot of fun cause my body just hurts soo much... and my nephew is like... a bundle of hyperness who always wants to play and do things and yeah :/ but yes true c: tho while theyre here i probably wont be able to reply to that either :(

who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa – ashton, probably. if they were out in public with fans and the paparazzi hannah would just be all, ‘he never learns.’who starts the tickle fights – ashtoooon.who starts the pillow fights – hannah.who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile – hannah :) who mistakes salt for sugar – we both know hannah would never, so maybe ashton. i can see her asking him to pass her the sugar while she’s baking and him just handing her like a packet of salt to sift, but she’d probably think he were joking tbh. who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning – i can see both of them doing this, waking up the other and it leading to a stupid fight about absolutely nothing. then they’d probably not be able to go back to sleep and just sit on the kitchen counter in their pajamas talking about all sorts of dumb and possibly deep things in the middle of the night. who comes up with the cheesy pick up lines – ashton??? maybe??? i can just imagine him being kinda crude w/ her tbh who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order – hanban.who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies – communal spoon, lbr. who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion – neither of them?? i don’t really know if ashton’s a candle guy, you’ll have to tell me. who draws little tattos on the other with a pen – hannah, all the time. who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation – … would ashton buy them for like, georgie? i don’t know man i can’t see either of them spending money on /magnets/ who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines – hannah, most likely while they’re on the plane. OR LIKE FACETIMING she’d send a photo of the survey to him and they’d both do it together wtf she’s so lame sorry ashton