#ragingwars

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PRESENTING THE LOVES OF MARS LIFE;

@packgenius​

@joneshead​

@undeciided​

@facetiious​

@spctlessminds​

@chaosblossomed​

@ragingwars​

@fatecrossed​

@ravenvixcn​

Tyler feels everything leave her body. Her eyes lock on the figure that she knew too well, the one that she had memorized. She had TRUSTED him. More than she had ever trusted anyone in that way in a long time. He had RAN HIS HANDS OVER HER her and HELD her and BEEN THERE for her. He was supposed to be hers and she was supposed to. be his and now she could feel an ACHE inside of her. He was supposed to be HERS and she was supposed to be HIS. Her band had played a show tonight and he had said he couldn’t make it. She felt bad, she wanted to surprise him which brought her here to his apartment. She hadn’t knocked because she figured he’d had a. long day at work. Maybe he wasn’t even home yet and the spare key was where it ALWAYS is and it had been so EASY to slide it into the lock and enter the apartment and she wished she HADN’T. She wished it could all go back to the way it was before. Maybe then her heart wouldn’t be THROBBING in her chest. Her eyes slide over the two of them in his bed. There was HUMPING and GRINDING and MOANING it is MESSY and DISTURBING and BREAKING her heart. She should have said something but at the moment all she could focus on was the fact that she wasn’t BREATHING anymore. She lets out a choked SOB and is turning and running before she even knows if they NOTICED her. Her feet take her down the stairs so fast she isn’t sure how she hasn’t tripped and fell because she is. taking them way more than one at a time. 

When her face hits the cold air she can feel it ripping at the TEARS on her cheeks. She had said she didn’t want to be INTIMATE. There were reasons she wasn’t READY that she COULDN’T be. He had said he understood, he had made her smile and now the world around her was crashing. One of her bandmates had dropped her off and now she was on the opposite side of the city with makeup pouring down her face. SHAKING hands pull out her phone and she calls the first person she wants to go to when her world is FALLING apart. The phone only rings a few time before they answer. Her breathing is HITCHING and she can barely make the words out. 

“Did you really just say that, Woodsy? See, all I can see is how it’s a food magnet, not a babe magnet.” 

It had been a terrible day, and all she wanted to do was forget all about her stupid boss and her terribly square colleagues. She’d been invited to this nightclub event, and had definitely not planned on going, until it was 8pm and she was almost desperate to lose herself. She put on her best dress and headed to the club; upon arrival, she moved quickly towards the bar, buying and downing three tequila shots before she did anything else. She moved onto the dance floor, feeling the loud music pulse throughout her body as she danced. As she moved, she accidentally knocked into someone, spilling their drink on them. ‘Sorry- ‘ She began, turning towards the other. Her heart stopped in her chest as her eyes landed on the man. ‘Cook.’ She breathed, her eyes widening at the sight of her lover from all those years ago. 

aesthetic moodboard for @ragingwars ( Iggy Milkovich ) 

Hanna moved around the coffee shop, skilfully working on the coffee she was preparing, humming along to herself as she did. She turned around towards the counter, placing the cup on the table for the customer, before turning to the next one. Her eyes landed on a familiar face, a smirk spreading across her features. ‘I thought you said the coffee here was terrible.’ She said to Iggy, raising an eyebrow at him.