#camouflcge

[ordinarylif-blog]

axel didn’t really know how he had gotten himself into this. at first it was just hanging out, smoking a blunt, going to clubs; suddenly he was doing illegal shit. he even carried a knife with him now, turns out his new buddies had some enemies. now that he was associated with them, he couldn’t back down, not just yet. so there he was, leaning against a tile wall in an alley, -- cliché right ? -- keeping watch while his boys took care of business, ignoring the fact they were threatening some dude that didn’t pay what he was supposed to. this wasn’t what he was expecting when he started hanging out with them, but people did warn him. another drag of his cigarette before he glanced to the right, almost missing that there was an unusual shadow coming from behind the dumpster. “what the---” he mumbled while putting out his cigarette, slowly walking towards where the shadow came from, spotting a girl, long hair, definitely not older than he was. ax’s first instinct wasn’t to get behind her and cover her mouth like he did, but since curiosity killed the cat and he didn’t exactly want this girl dead, he had to. “fuck. what the hell are you doing here ? ”

[thewiire]

( *. sms to: x. )

BEAU: stop telling people we're still together

BEAU: i broke up with u which means we're done

BEAU: there's no getting back together this time

[wordinglives]

                EZRA CANNOT REMEMBER the last time since he had proper sleep. For years now, he had been immersing himself in his work, barely leaving the office, even on weekends. Even when he’s at home, he is still actively on his laptop, working till the late hours. It hadn’t always been like this, he used to be well balanced, abled in separating his work life with his private life until he’d woken up to a half empty bed, one that he’s sure had another body sleeping in it just the night before, three years ago. After calls and messages are left unanswered, he turned to work and business for distraction from the ache he’s feeling from the goodbye- or lack thereof. And though in the three years, he had more or less gotten over it, it’s a habit that he now can’t break. Tonight though, after closing a huge deal that is sure to bring in a positive rise in his company’s sales, a long close eye is well deserved, so that’s exactly what he did. Peacefully asleep in his luxurious bed, and he even planned to take the day off tomorrow to relax but the knocking on his door seemed to have other plans for him. He isn’t happy at all, to be woken up at 3 in the morning, and he’s about to yell at whoever’s knocking on his door at such an ungodly hour until he sees who it was. “---..” A dry tongue is all that he has got to offer for the face he hasn’t seen in 3 years. | @camouflcge

[wordinglives]

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[bloodtruths]

—- @camouflcge

he let out a soft sigh as his finger pressed against eleanor’s doorbell and waited patiently on her front porch. he couldn’t lie, he was nervous about walking into that house knowing that her younger sister was there and would see them together. but hell, he wasn’t one to care too much about who he stuck his dick into, and eleanor was one of the best he’d ever had. 

[lifebcat]

( ×. sms ─ hoe.

MELODY: nothing makes me a prouder best friend than seeing u get drinks from randoms at the bar then blowing them off

MELODY: i feel like i've raised you well

[thewiire]

* & ; @camouflcge !

      ❝ why am i so cranky, you ask? ❞ he narrows his eyes at her. ❝ well i told you that i had shit to do but you still insist on calling me over at three in the fucking morning because you heard a noise OUTSIDE when the whole time it was just a fucking cat. ––– can i go home now or do you need me to look around the house in case you get scared by your own shadow? ❞

[solitudeds-blog]

             he'd never been with someone, simply because jaxon didn't had the courage to let someone in. it was all fun and stuff until feelings get in the way. he's well aware of the fact what he's doing to them, he's ruining them, breaking them, pushing them over the edge until they couldn't bare to be around him anymore. he knows what he's doing, and that's why he refused to let that shit happen to him. over his dead fucking body. that's why he refused to let chelsea get close, this was just business ; just sex. but was it really? his hand moved up to her hair, playing with some curly hair locks as he continued kissing her. he knows she's nervous, but so was he. which was weird because most of the time he didn't felt a damn thing. but her lips felt so good, just like her touch - it was almost nothing, but he could feel her hands upon him, he could feel her legs wrapped around his waist and honestly.. it felt great. it was little, almost not even a touch but he could feel it. he eventually breaks the kiss, his dark brown hues locked with hers as he inhaled some sweet air, something he obviously needed. his hand moved up her cheek, his thumb down to her lower lip. ‘ where do you wanna go? what do you want? ’ he mutters, not moving an inch away from her. // @camouflcge