#cxmplementarycolors

[ssssssteph]

text: hubby 😍😘

beth: do you love me?

beth: like hurts your soul love me?

[blvsscms-archive]

@cxmplementarycolors LIKED for a starter !!

‘ what do you mean by “is that what you’re wearing that to the grammys ?” of course i am, what’s wrong with it ? ’ evan asked as he looked at himself in the mirror, ‘ do i look fat or something ? is it ripped anywhere ? ’ he asked once more, humming softly at the other male that was lying on his bed. ‘ what are you wearing ? you‘re my date, you‘re supposed to tell me i look fantastic. ’ he sighed a bit dramatically. ‘ sometimes i wonder why i asked you to go out with me. ’ evan playfully joked as he took off the jacket of his suit.

[ctastrophe]

when you watching that dramatic interaction that’s not even the least bit dramatic. 

[parancid]

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maria hated haunted houses and her town was holding festive activities all october, which she hated. so, there she was, standing in a haunted house and she managed to lose her friends so she was walking around alone, scared as ever. the dark haired male looked behind her to see if anything was coming before her chest collided with someone’s back. “oh, shit. i’m rea --- really sorry.” she stammered, scared as hell.

[trvnquilitics]

☾ — CLOSED STARTER!

( @cxmplementarycolors. )

       kadir was trying to be as quiet as possible when they opened the door, shutting it softly behind them and glancing about the darkened entrance for peter. kadir knew that he was most likely still upset with them for being late and would have some sort of punishment for it which is why they didn’t linger for much longer, padding towards the bedroom in search of his boyfriend. “peter? i’m home,” kadir called gently as their head poked around the bedroom door. 

[ssssssteph]

text: raye of sunshine 🌼☀️

ace: what do you want for dinner?

ace: i'm cooking and i'm currently at the grocery

ace: need some ideas

[ssssssteph]

text: dyl pickle

tom: dude, listen

tom: don't tell jesse, but

tom: last night when he was fucking me, i was thinking about you

tom: i think we shouldn't see each other anymore

[parancid]

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“i’m a great fucking driver, you’ll be fine.” he told the other, looking at the other and then back at the road. he had just passed his test and still wasn’t confident on the road as much as he should be. “we won’t crash and die. i got this.”