Make Me Real - She / Unity - Shinedown / The One Who Laughs Last - Downplay / From Roots to Needles - If These Trees Could Talk / Rise (ft Skylar Grey) - David Guetta / Novocaine - Fall Out Boy / Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead / Twilight RX - She / See What I’ve Become - Zack Hemsey / Gone - Daughtry / Not Strong Enough - Apocalyptica / War Paint - Kelly Clarkson / I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young
for gods sake here it is. feedback and stuff in my ask bc ive never published anything before. (this is the entire thing i hope you like stories. also this doesnt have the epilogue i still need to write that :/)
Two steps forward, one step back. She hits the wall on her third step back. He watches her eyes go wide, waits for the roll of her surprised laughter. Her dark hair, wet at the ends, caught in the collar of her shirt. He reaches for it, and she slips away. Why are we doing this anyway?
Dance’s exercise, he says. Her laughter, again. Moonlight high in the window. Not when we don’t know what we’re doing.
Always determined to lead, he mutters under his breath. She pulls him along, spins him underneath her skinny arm, and he lets her.
Abel worked as thoroughly as he could, though it was mostly attempts due to constantly having to pull away to brush one of the rook fighters away from his side. It was either he did that or let the man believe that he could get away with acting like this. It went from annoying questions to compliments with light touches. ‘How about we sneak off, how about we..’
“I’m sure your Navigator would prefer you by his side, why don’t you go check on him, y’know.” He said with the politest tone he could muster at the moment.
He stood up, a bad choice on his part because as he did the fighter reached around and immediately latched his hand on his backside. He gave a fierce glare but knew the other should count themselves lucky that his own Fighter wasn’t in the room.
So we had a meeting in book club for poetry month, and I was bored the night before so I sorta dashed this out and read it and they liked it, so I figured, what the hell, might as well post it. It’s under the cut due to formatting, I don’t wanna take up huge amounts of space on your dash.
I know some of you are still waiting on bios, and the image masterlist is all kinds of out of date again (I’m working on it, I promise!). But in the mean time, if you need to know some basics about a character, you can check the text masterlist. It’s up-to-date as of this post.
I’ll get everything else updated and/or posted as quickly as I can, over the next few days.
I May Not Be Here When You Get Back - weirddreamyghost.tumblr.com
AN: This is my first attempt at publishing a finished story, it’s very triggering for self-harmers, and everyone that has read it already has exclaimed that it is really sad. I forget writing half of it. So feedback on it maybe?
Daniel got off the bus and walked down the street towards his house. The bus he had just got off drove by, his friend waved once again at him and Daniel waved lightly back. He hitched his back pack higher on his left shoulder and turned into his driveway. Daniel picked up the mail and got his key out to unlock the door.