#moonwltches

[khaleesiie]

"are you sleeping with my dad?" / @moonwltches liked this for a starter . ♡

[oncesacred]

there is a momentary lapse of talking, eyes caught sight of the way lips roll over each other before he is forced to drag gaze back upward. " i was listening but none of it clicked, can you tell me again? " / @moonwltches.

[hcrrormovie]

|| Closed Starter || @moonwltches || || muse: Julieta García ||

" you think i wanted this? to be married to a man that i know nothing about! " julieta hated ever moment of what is suppose to be a couple's happy and special day, but there is nothing that is special or happy about their wedding day. while a wedding night is suppose to be ended with a happy couple consummate their marriage, these two are back in a bedroom that will now be shared between the two. julieta is sure that anyone that is possibly in the home could hear the arguing behind their closed bedroom door. " i hate this just as much as you do. i am just as much of my father's pawn in all of this as you are for your's! "

[egotistival]

starter for loml @moonwltches ! (2/2)

the bottle of wine lay on the table in front of the couch half empty. her glass sat in her hand, the weight of the wine in the glass more grounding than her sipping. she'd been reading, legs up under a blanket, and trying not to look at the clock. she knew evie's flight schedule - had memorized it before she'd left - and she knew that she flight had already landed. but the wait, the anticipation of finally seeing evie again, was too great. it left her antsy and she sighed in frustration, snapping the book shut and pouting. drinking down another sip of wine, some spilled out onto her chin in her haste and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. normally, she wasn't so clumsy but with evie out of her line of sight and this ex of hers being in the way of things, vanessa was much less polished. hearing the key in the door was the first real thread of relaxing of shoulders she could remember throughout the trip evie took. hurrying to get up from the couch, narrowly avoiding a disaster with the blanket around her ankles, she finally managed. smoothing down her hair on reflex, her eyes finally found evie as she came around the corner. she looked tired - it was the first thought vanessa had. she also looked beautiful, admittedly - she always did. but something was off; vanessa could feel it. eyes narrowing, she took careful stock of the other woman before finally just asking. "how was your trip?"

[avidfervor]

closed starter for @moonwltches continued from here.

otto hadn't anticipated her seeing him out. in actuality, he'd convinced himself that she didn't care about him anymore. that he'd be met with indifference, which was a whole lot worse than hate. at least if she hated him she felt something for him. he couldn't do anything with indifference. his expression remains the same; his cheeks red, his eyes wet, the corners of his mouth tugged downwards. although he'd known he'd see her, he struggled to comprehend how she still had the same effect on him. ridiculous, really. "me getting drunk is nothi-nothing to do with you." he hiccups midway through, tearing his gaze away. "am i not allowed to have some fun? are you not having fun, tanya?"

[bvrningdcwn]

@moonwltches liked this for a closed starter based on this / laila & -

"Stay still," she said so softly that it was barely a murmur. They were a mess and it wasn't entirely a surprise to Laila but she feared they would push her away but instead they let her work, feeling their hand on her.

[vntageheart]

Closed starter for @moonwltches ft. Asher

If there was one thing you could always count on with Asher, it was his unwavering commitment to being a goof if it meant coaxing a smile out of someone. So it came as no surprise when, mid-song, he reached over and snatched the two chicken tenders from her plate with a dramatic flourish, holding them like microphones as he launched into an impromptu kitchen concert. The music pulsed through the speakers—some upbeat indie track with just enough rhythm to justify his exaggerated dance moves. He twirled once, nearly knocking over a salt shaker, then struck a pose by the fridge, one “microphone” raised to his lips. “This is how I should start showing off my houses,” he declared between verses, voice half-laugh, half-performance. “Forget brochures—just me, chicken tenders, and a little choreography. I think it’d convince people to buy.”

[khaleesiie]

my sun & stars . @moonwltches ♡

"i have told you before, i'm a better friend than i am boyfriend," and this wasn't him being modest or fishing for a contradition. it was nothing but the truth. he knew himself well enough to realize that while he could be the most reliable person in her life, the one who showed up at three am with a spare tire or a listening ear, the moment the labels shifted, the walls tended to close in.