#silencedmoths

[sunliights]

a continuation of here for @silencedmoths

“i’m great! i was just… in the area and hungry, thought you might be too.” of course phoebe wasn’t in the area and had no reason to assume joel would be hungry, but she says it casually enough that she hopes she can get away with it. steps instead his place before he can rescind the offer too. “i’ve got breakfast sandwiches and coffee — if you’re in the mood for those?”

[hyggenights]

closed starter for @silencedmoths. ft. rocky + seb.

based on this / basically stevie + lindsey but gay .

"i was going to tell you first," he started, but he was aware it was a relatively weak argument. he'd known it was possible that he'd be caught on a date with the woman, but had hoped that it wouldn't break quite as quickly as it had done. still, try as he might to act indifferent, rocky's heart races uncomfortably within his chest. he'd always care about seb's perspective, he'd always...care more than he could explicitly mention.

[slashcrz]

-> closed starter for @silencedmoths

inspired by this post!!

" you're still here. " roman observed, still rooted in the comfortable reclined position on the sunken, stained couch of the house party he'd found himself crashed out at. blitzed beyond belief && eyes lazily from their half-lidded state, he couldn't help but watch her since she'd arrived. they weren't friends, not really, not quite. they knew each others names, had seen each other faces... but their worlds couldn't be more different. roman had supplied all the herb && pills that kept this party alive, now deep beneath mixed drinks && bong hits, where as she... well, better than him, in every way. " i was startin' to worry you'd left already, hadn't had a good time. i'd have missed you, if you did. "

[angeldcgs]

closed: @silencedmoths who: winifred "winnie" perkins, she/her, 26, farm girl

as comfortable as she'd allowed herself to have gotten living with seb, winnie always knew it was meant to be temporary. their whole friendship seemed tenuous, no matter how insistent he was that he truly cared for her, but that was likely due to her own insecurity. she just couldn't fathom a world in which someone like him would really want someone like her around permanently, and lately that insidious little voice in the back of her head whispering falsehoods had gotten too loud to ignore. the fact of the matter was, she'd fallen hopelessly in love with him, and he would never feel the same. even if he did like her in some capacity, she just couldn't give him what he wanted. there were plenty of other people around him more suitable to his tastes, people far less prudish, and repressed, and that hurt. it would be easier to distance herself now before things got any more painful, which is why she found herself packing up what few belongings she had while he was away at band practice, hoping to make a quick getaway before he even got back so she wouldn't have to suffer through a painful goodbye— or worse, utter apathy. for some reason, she seemed to have misplaced her journal, and it was in the middle of searching for it that she heard the front door open. like a deer in headlights, winnie froze, feeling her heart sink as she realized she'd have to explain what she was doing with a half-packed bag sitting open on his bed.

[gothwives]

closed: @silencedmoths 2/2 who: winifred "winnie" perkins, she/her, 26, farm girl based: x

"oh, no, y' don't have to—" but the man was already choking out a frantic apology before she could finish that thought, the sentiment feeling hollow and devoid of meaning considering what'd brought it out of him. once he'd scrambled away, winnie fixed her attention on the man who'd defended her for seemingly no reason, trying not to wince at the sight of blood. "you ain't have to do all that for me..." it had been terrifying to witness, all flying fists and tangled limbs, but she couldn't ignore that no one had ever stuck up for her like that, and it brought about a strange sort of gratitude. "does it hurt?" nodding to his bloodied knuckles, she tentatively reached out for them. winnie couldn't be certain whether the blood was his or the other man's, but it must've hurt, nonetheless.

[purehoneybees]

closed starter for: @silencedmoths

based on "pov" by ariana grande!

The week was a frustrating one. A string of days where nothing seemed to go his way. The masculine energy that boiled within him refused to let any kind of emotion out. He would rather die than to have anyone see him drown. So instead he shut down. All week he kept to himself and refused to talk to anyone unless needed. It culminated into a rainy evening at her place. Maybe it was the overwhelming storm that SMACKED against the windows. Or maybe it's how her touched made his body light up in a way that made everything feel so vivid. Thoughts of doubt bubbled to the surface. Tears began to form in his eyes which only made him more frustrated. She was watching him drown and he couldn't stop it. "I just wish I saw me the way you did."

[womansound]

                    “—  it’s  raven,  right  ?  dove’s  little  sister  ?”  she  looks  up  at  the  brunette  from  her  clipboard,  coy  smile  teasing  at  her  lips.  “so,  we  got  assigned  to  set  up  the  bases  for  capture  the  flag  …  you  free  ?” // 🍓 ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊ @silencedmoths !

[fvckmehardcr]

@silencedmoths

after having spent the night with sebastian, juliet was eager to go back home and end things with declan. and while she knew declan wouldn’t react well, a part of her was naively hopeful that things could just go over smoothly. that maybe he felt the same. that he didn’t actually love her after all. while she knew deep down that it was true that he didn’t love her (there was no way either of them could with how they treated one another) he still believed that she belonged to him. that juliet was nothing more than a possession that he collected and placed on a shelf to show off to people but to neglect and never pay it any mind. she hadn’t even gotten to the part of sebastian, wanting to start first with just telling him that she didn’t want to move forward with their relationship. that it was over and that she was moving out. it wasn’t the first time she’d said it. after every fight that left her bruised she threatened it. but this was the only time that she meant it. and he got that.

what happened afterwards was a blur. him lunging toward her. her skull cracking against the ground. him on top of her as his knuckles connected to her eye, each movement fluid and swift. words were spoken but she couldn’t hear any of them, the ringing in her ears was overpowering. and then there was silence as juliet was left on the floor curled up into a ball. fingers pried at the phone within her pocket, after hearing the door slam, juliet thought she was finally alone. his number was memorized. bringing the phone up to her ear and the moment she heard his voice, she allowed herself to cry, a choked and weak “seb.” flying from her lips as she tried to control her breathing. though she wasn’t able to get out any more words before a loud “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO BITCH?” was shouted. juliet screamed as declan yanked her hair and pulled her across the floor before he promptly ended the call and threw the phone against the wall.