#maldxta

[stayliquid]

closed starter @maldxta !!

"as far as new boyfriend's go — you managed to find one that's lower than pond scum."

[remaineds]

closed starter for @maldxta based on this !

she feels like a idiot, which is a new, entirely unwelcome thing for vienna. she'd come to this party to gain the upper hand over them, to prove she's over whatever fucked up relationship they'd found themselves in, and now she's the one sulking by the bar. it takes her a moment to tear her eyes away from the scene they're performing — because she's nothing if not a masochist — but she manages to eventually, downing the rest of her drink in an attempt to get drunk enough to forget.

[bittcrsuite]

closed starter for @maldxta ♡ muse: venus dixon. 25-29. comic book illustrator.

"hiiii!" venus practically ran down the driveway to the passenger seat of miles' familiar car, eager to be greeted by her favorite boy. "i missed you!" arms wrapped around duke, grin wide as she turned her head away from his slobbery tongue as he licked her face. as she looked up from the dog's furry, adorable face, her smile only grew wider at the sight of miles in the front seat. "that applies to you, too, obviously."

venus stepped back to let duke out, following him to the driver's side as she waited for her ex to get out. "are you sure you don't mind spending new year's with me? i'm sure there are about a million fun parties you're missing out on." she crouched down, nails scratching behind duke's ears. her eyes remained trained on the other as she repeated the same excuse she used on the phone yesterday. "normally i wouldn't ask but ... you know how he gets with fireworks. he's calmer when you're around."

[slumpcd]

" why can't you ever stand up for yourself? " // @maldxta

[analoghorrors]

closed with. @maldxta, tomás and muse of your choice (w only) based on this

this certainly isn't how he expected to be spending his wedding anniversary. tomás had walked in still huffing and puffing about the argument he and his wife, matilda, had had not ten minutes prior; even if the fight was over something meaningless, he would've thought they could put their differences aside for such an important date. not to mention the fact that their son was scheduled to be watched until midnight anyway. he should've known better.

seeing the familiar face of his son's babysitter makes it all better.. almost. tomás tries his best to redirect the anger — after all, what's happened tonight is far from being her fault — but the words still come out laced with slight irritation as he says: "thanks for looking after ben. sorry it's getting cut a bit shorter than expected.. i can still pay you for the full night." tomás walks to the far side of the kitchen and picks out a wine glass. "and boy, it has been a night ... care to share a drink with me?"

[gre3dy]

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❝    .    .    .    why    won't    you    let    me    in    ?    what    are    you    so    afraid    of    ?    ❞

[sickhearteda]

amused and slightly surprised by her mocking him, his eyebrows jolt upwards as he lets out a loud laugh. "i was, yeah," noah reluctantly admits with a slow nod but ultimately shrugs it off, lips flattening. "still am --- but you did deflate my ego a bit, so congrats."

“‘better than me.’” lia mimicked, fingers curling into exaggerated air quotes. her laugh bubbled out, bright and mocking. “that’s adorable.” but her amusement faded in an instant, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. “oh my god, wait. you’re actually serious?”

[ucalled]

" he has no idea what he's doing , does he ? "

[everseens]

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“come on! let’s cross something off of the winter bucket list. it can be anything you want.”

[sunbecms]

closed starter for @maldxta! (mekha, 27, bi, psychologist)

"you can't just show up here and mess up the life i've been building."

[confusionism]

"i'm sorry." it came out as earnestly as everything else that rhys said, and yet there was something to the words that weighed down his shoulders. never being 'enough,' either with his intellect or in his performance at school and in sports, in how he handled his parents' expectations for a more 'traditional' life— this was a sentiment that he constantly carried with him just beneath the width of his bright smiles. still, it had never stopped him from trying.

he took another step forward, long and silent as he listened to all of her words pour out.

this wasn't the first time he had seen her like this: vulnerable and frustrated, a far cry from the perfection of her feeds and unrecognizable from the authority with which she commanded every room. he had always been quick to offer his words and his body, in any shape or form that they would help, to assuage her fears and coax her back into the spotlight that she loved and so rightfully deserved.

all of that to say: he would still give her his entire heart in an instant, if it helped. if she wanted. if she asked.

things were different now. they were clumsy in navigating the 'after' of them, were awkward at best and near-explosive at worst, and neither of those would help them get through the week. and so he was careful, quiet in his delivery, as he reminded her,

"i don't think you can control every little thing in the world, but... there's a hell of a lot that you can, and i think that's what matters. it's like..." his gaze fell to the floor as he ran through the mental list of 'things.'

"you remember that big shoot in kauai? the swimwear campaign. the weather was nuts—" the shore closed on account of dangerous waters and a growing storm threatening the island, "—but you pushed to move inland. ended up with the wildest photos... those're still being circulated today, and they still get called among the 'best of all time.'" even now, he could imagine the thick of the tropical forests, as lush and green as the waterfalls were massive, and vibrant, and blue. rhys was proud of his contributions as he was proud of her, and very little could change that. "i'm just saying: we're not broken just 'cause we broke. especially not you."

and that was the part that surprised him the most. he'd expected her to move on easily, to find another someone who could match her sophistication, her sharpness, her style. to thrive. rhys thought little of himself, often thought himself unworthy, and even now that translated in how gingerly he moved in his approach. he drew closer to the side of the bed.

"what do you say?" he still loved her, was still in love with her, too, and it was with an ease that he held out his hand for a shake. "anything you don't want from me, anything you need me to do... or not to do, say the word and i'll do it." his brow quirked for a second. "—i'll follow." she could set every boundary she needed; he could give her at least that.

'not doing too bad' was probably the best way to describe it. ysla had practically built a wall around herself, keeping him at arm’s length for the entire trip to the hotel. it was easier that way—pretending he wasn’t there, focusing on the view outside the window or scrolling aimlessly through her phone. but rhys and that goddamned smile of his were impossible to ignore. it was always there, soft and unassuming, like it didn’t know the power it had. it was one of the reasons she’d fallen in love with him.  her eyes flicked to his hand as it slipped into the opening of his shirt, and for a moment, she felt the weight of old memories pressing down on her chest. how many nights had she spent curled up against him, tracing aimless patterns on his skin, whispering about everything and nothing? it was stupid to let herself go there. not now. not when they were here, standing on opposite sides of everything they used to have. and yet, hearing him say her name in that tone—soft, careful, like it meant something—sent a pang straight through her heart. she’d never thought her name could sound so beautiful coming from someone else’s lips until rhys had said it. it still did. ysla drew in a slow breath, biting the inside of her cheek as her gaze drifted away for a moment. the silence between them was heavy, thick with all the things they’d said—and hadn’t said. finally, her eyes found his again, sharper than she intended at first, but softening as she exhaled. the edge she’d been holding onto slipped away, leaving her raw and unsteady.  “i don’t hate you.” the words came out quieter than she meant, more like an admission to herself than anything else. her fingers curled into the comforter as if anchoring her. she could never truly hate him. she’d tried, but all she could hate was what had happened to them.  she let the words hang, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “you know i’m a planner, rhys. always have been. i map everything out—my trips, my content, my whole damn life. and when we got together, i started including you in those plans. you became part of the future i saw for myself. and then—” she stopped, her hand moving to rub the back of her neck as a bitter laugh escaped her lips. “then we weren’t ‘us’ anymore, and everything i’d built around you just…" her voice cracked, just barely, as she gestured between them. “i…i didn’t plan for this. for us to fall apart. that is what i hate.” her throat tightened, but she pressed on. “so no, i don’t hate you, rhys. i couldn’t. you were good to me in ways no one else ever has been. but being around you now? it’s like a reminder of all the shit i can’t control, all the things i thought would stay and didn’t.”  ysla sighed, shaking her head. “and i don’t think you’re just some dumb guy. you were never that to me. you’re talented, you’re thoughtful, and you made me feel…” she stopped herself before finishing, instead letting the thought linger between them. “it’s just that i’m tired of all the fighting. tired of holding onto the hurt. i think we both are.” her lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “so maybe we call a truce. not because we’re pretending nothing happened, but because neither of us came all the way to greece to ruin this trip over… us.” she glanced at him, her voice softening further. “you said there are still parts of us that work, right? maybe you’re right. maybe we just focus on that, for a week. for the sake of the spa and the sunsets and that stupid seaside dinner tonight."

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @maldxta )

he knew she was right, even though the delivery could be a little gentler. he was already in pain, surely celeste knew a lecture wasn’t exactly the kiss to make it all better that he was looking for. it was almost too easy — if ryan had a bad game, he found the first oppositng teammate to give him a dirty look and went in on them. it wasn’t healthy, but it was a way for him to blow off steam. he’d always been that way — hot-tempered and looking to make it everyone else problem. except with celeste. with her, he was calmer. gentler. “don’t you trust me?” he looked up at her, wincing a little as a grin spread across his face. “words are hard, cel. punching, on the other hand? easy. not to mention a universal language for international players.” 

[kilmerhq]

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[kissmeintherxin]

cuando estás enojado con alguien pero no quieres arruinar su trabajo, entonces esperas hasta que no esté ocupado.. a la mxerda esta maldxta corazón mia.

[pcpulr]

" yes i agree that beauty is meant to be appreciated but it also can be admired from far away. you need time to work on yourself and be with yourself." evan played with the ends of aivryn's hair. evan had cared for his best friend. he has been with her through all the heartbreaks and breakups that she had had that seemed like it happened more than enough times than he would like it to happen. " i would not have wanted that any other way," he chuckled. " can you blame me ? how do you think the ladies, and even some men, love the shit out of my band's songs. i know exactly how to tug on the heart strings." evan gave a kiss on the side of aiv's head. " then im always going to be around. even if it means annoying the shit out of you," he told her. " all i want is to finally see you happy, aivs. these breakups aren't helping."

🍓   ᯓ★   a bubble of laughter escaped her lips as she leaned into him, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. ❝ m’not sure i can do that, ev. beauty is meant to be appreciated after all. ❞ she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the casual way he held her like it was the most natural thing in the world. it made her feel... safe. ❝ you do know that there’s a chance that i’m going to romanticize the fuck out of what you just said. ❞ her tone was teasing, but there was an underlying softness to it—an unspoken appreciation buried beneath her usual sarcasm. aivryn glanced up at him briefly, playfully rolling her eyes before settling back against him. ❝ and i don’t think you’re annoying. ❞ a pause. her fingers idly traced the seam of his sleeve, a quiet moment passing between them. ❝ i like having you around. ❞

[unityfound]

closed for @maldxta continued from here.

amusement shifts slightly into endearment and try as he might to ignore his fond feelings for the woman, she always makes it an impossibility. his head tilts, brows raise as if completely unconvinced, which he was. "not ridiculous, no-" he starts, almost argues, weakly. there was nothing ridiculous about her, as far as he could make out and he'd tried to find something, that part of her that he could use to diminish his ridiculous crush - but he always came up empty. she was remarkable, simple as.

"so, does he know?" he questions it then, softer now. less brash and sarcastic. there's a part of him, no matter how hard he tries to restrain it, that cares for her, that wants the best for her and knows - in his heart of hearts that the best for her would never, ever be him. not with all his sordid thoughts, his past, his inability to give her anything, to be anything that she might want / need. "because you know, if he doesn't, you're going to be hard pressed to get him to act. men like that are...very, very thoughtful. careful. timid, even. he won't do anything that might make you feel remotely uncomfortable."