#mal stubborn as shit:

[aettangr]

I was gonna try to reblog some memes and do some more stuff here tonight, but I think I’ll probably just go work on bios and revamping my multis. 

#♰ OOC ♰ || Malaprops: of or concerning Mal / in an inopportune way #[I was kind of already feeling down and now I just feel like shit] #negative tw #[delete later] #[part of me thinks I should just....not with Qrow] #[but I'm also a stubborn asshole I guess.] #[shut up Mal; don't ramble in the tags]

[roseykat]

KINKTOBER DAY 9

TITLE: Don't bite the hand that feeds you

PAIRING: Seungmin x reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: Featuring Seungmin as your lecturer's student assistant who runs your tutorials and possesses just as harsh a personality as he fucks.

TAGS: Mean tutor Seungmin, oral sex (f!reader receiving), unprotected sex, public sex, swearing.

KINK: Freelance

KINKTOBER23 - MASTERLIST

TAGLIST: @kbitties @luneskies @mal-lunar-28 @kibs-and-bits @aaasia111 @fairy-lixie @dreamingaboutjisung @queenmea604

A/N: this is for all the Seungmin stans out there x

There isn’t any way to work around a more stubborn person. People that you’ve met before don’t even come close to the level of arrogance that this person carries with them. That person being one of your tutors for a class at Uni, Seungmin. For some reason, he always has the time of day to help other people but has an issue with your supposed incompetence in completing a task when it comes to you. 

Seungmin never checks your work, never goes over your answers, discusses your ideas or anything like that. He has a very prickly attitude yet only those needles are only for you. You see the sigh he lets out whenever you need to approach him to clarify something he went over during the tutorial. You see the crease between his eyebrows as the annoyance grows when you ask if he can read a draft of yours before you submit it. 

He never does that with other students. Seungmin is happy to help them, makes conversation with them before class, and always seems to have time for them. 

The difference in his behaviour towards you definitely placed an unnecessary burden on your shoulders. But you’re not one to budge. Whether his intentions are malicious or not, you’re not exactly an easy one to crack, which is why you continued to supposedly ‘bother’ him. 

“Hey,” you approach him after one of his tutorials, hoping you used a good enough manner to not light a fire under his seat. “Would you be able to check this for me?”

Seungmin furrows his eyebrows - not a good sign, and averts his eyes from the whiteboard to look at your paper, “I can’t help you with that.”

“And why is that?” You question. “You had no trouble looking at everyone else’s. How’s mine any different?”

“Judging from your grades, I’d suspect there would be a lot of differences,” he responds.

“I’ll take that as a compliment since I’m one of the top in the class thank you,” you scoff. 

“And one of the top most arrogant too,” Seungmin fires back. “If you haven’t got anything relevant to show me, I suggest you leave. The next tutorial group starts in twenty minutes.” 

Your face contorts slightly, “well since this isn’t relevant enough for you, is it possible for you to check over one of the drafts we have to send in on Friday?”

“Can’t do that either-“

“Then what can you do exactly?” You cut him off impatiently. “Seriously, I’ve been trying to ask you for help for the past two weeks and you’ve only ever given me vague answers to my questions and you won’t proofread any of my work which is what you’re here to do.”

Seungmin takes off his glasses and closes the distance between himself and you, “I don’t help out entitled people like you who always demand things.”

You glare up at him, “I’m not entitled. I was just merely commenting about the fact that you don’t do what you’re being paid to do.”

“And you just keep proving my point as to why you are entitled, because you don’t shut up and you always complain. After every tutorial, you come up to me and ask me for something.” 

“Yeah, just like everyone else and yet, I don’t see you giving the same shit to them as you do to me,” you argue right back with him. 

“That’s because you expect things to be handed to you on a silver plate. Unlike them, you don’t work for your shit with me,” Seungmin responds, placing the cap on the whiteboard marker a little bit too rough. 

“Being here is me working for my shit,” you press back. “You’re just being a stubborn ass because you don’t like me.”

“Well you’re right with one thing,” he sighs.

You roll your eyes and scoff, “fuck you honestly.” 

It took a lot of effort not to just shove Seungmin out of your way as you headed out the door with a fresh stormy cloud looming over your head. Felix could spot it a mile away when you went to meet up with him for lunch nearby after his class too. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks carefully, studying the pained expression on your face. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, trying to let it go. “Just one of my stupid tutors.”

“Is this the same one that isn’t doing his job properly?” Felix questions, remembering the conversation you both had about him a while back. 

“Bingo.”

“You know, he’s probably dealing with things in the background that you don’t know about,” Felix points out, his habit of always giving people the benefit of the doubt starting to shine through. 

“Yeah, pretty sure he’s dealing with ‘absolute fucking dickhead disorder’,” you spit. “And even if he was - even if the worst is happening to him, he has no right to be taking out his anger or frustration on me.” 

Felix sports a disappointed look on his face, “is it just you, or are there others?”

“It’s just me, I swear.”

“Okay, I believe you,” Felix assures. “If he really is as bad as you say he is, maybe just ignore him. We’ve only got seven weeks left, that’s not too long until you can get away from him, yeah?” 

It was easier said than done, because the next round of tutorials that approached in the following week, opened up that fresh wound of just seeing Seungmin’s face and dreading it. All of Felix’s advice went out the gate, almost like it was never there in the first place.

In the end, you simply chose not to speak. What’s the point in arguing with a person who won’t move?

So right after the tutorial, you don’t bother darting straight to Seungmin and asking for his help. He’s not willing to give it to you so there’s no point in lingering behind. As you pack your things up from the table and start to head out, Seungmin peers at you from behind the glasses that you so badly want to knock off his face sometimes. 

He’s not entirely stumped that you haven’t approached him, but he is a bit intrigued. Maybe he had come across too strongly with you the other day - maybe within the past month without being of any help to you at all. Then again, Seungmin isn’t the most apologetic of people. 

“Surprised you’re not asking me to check anything for you,” he projects his voice to you just before you leave the class. 

You heard him on your way out, but what’s a retaliation going to do? Only add fuel to your own fire. Seungmin isn’t the one who’s got something to lose here. He’s just a student tutor who’s clearly got enough competence to reinforce the learning you receive during lectures. At the end of the day, his grades for this class aren’t on the line. Yours are. 

“Y/N,” you hear a voice call out to you, recognising it to be Felix. Caught up in the swirl of your own thoughts, you almost forgot Felix had been waiting for your tutorial to end as he sat in a row of seats against the wall. 

“Hey,” you call out to him. 

“So, how was it? Did you say anything to him?” He asks as you sit down beside him. 

“I just gave up,” you answer. “I forgot that you can’t get your point across to dickheads so I stopped trying. I’ll just go to the other classes' tutorials if they let me switch. Or maybe I can just cross-check my work with their tutor.”

“Geez, that bad is he?”

“The fucking worst,” you confirm.

However, you weren’t surprised to learn that Seungmin’s attitude and behaviour still continued in the following tutorial, close to an essay hand-in date which is what you didn’t need. The only saving grace is that instead of going over the content that you learned in an earlier lecture, Seungmin allowed his students to study for another upcoming in-class test in the upcoming week. 

You spent that time wisely working on the essay you needed to hand in since it was the first due. Then, by two o’clock, everyone started wrapping up their study session. You slot your books into your bag, zip it up, and ready to leave.

“You, come here,” Seungmin speaks in your direction, but you really don’t want to listen. At first to begin with, you were surprised he was even talking to you.

“And if I don’t?” 

“Don’t be stubborn. I want to talk about your assignment,” he replies. He set his bait and waited for you to take it. So you approach him hesitantly from your chair, leaving your bag behind at the table. 

“See, how hard was that?” 

You roll your eyes. Not even a full conversation in and he’s already made you reach your limit, “oh go fuck yourself.”

Upon hearing your nasty sentiment, Seungmin’s hand latches quickly onto your wrist, “what did you just say?”

You look down at your arm in disbelief, then back up to him, his eyes narrowing at you, “what?”

“Say it again.”

“I said; ‘go fuck yourself.”

“Fucking brat.” 

Without warning, Seungmin’s hands grasp the sides of your arms in a flash, backing you against the wall behind him. Out of nowhere, his mouth comes down and crashes against yours in a bruising kiss. There’s no time to process what’s actually going on when you start kissing him back, allowing his tongue to delve deeper into his mouth. 

In the back of your mind, you can’t believe your own actions, but at the same time, pushing back on him also feels like you’re letting some of that frustration go. To take things further, Seungmin breaks away from you for a moment, turning your body by your arms, and backs you straight into the desk until your hips hit the edge.

Your first instinct tells you to lean back while your legs automatically lift so that Seungmin can slot right in, pressing his semi-hard dick against your pussy. 

It gives you the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, trying to bring him in closer as you hope for more friction. Seungmin pins your wrists down to the desk, kissing along your jaw and down to your throat where he bites and sucks until there’s a line of future regretful hickies for you to deal with later on. 

“D-Do something,” you stammer, feeling so dizzy from the pleasure that you desperately start to chase. 

“Why should I?” He mumbles into your skin. 

You turn your head, watching figures of people pass by through the frosted glass of the door who could potentially walk in at any given time. In saying that, a portion of you recognises that there’s something so naughty about being caught in the act. 

“Please Seungmin,” you beg for him, feeding into his ego. 

His head rises from your neck, “that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say ‘please’.” 

You didn’t care what he meant by that. All you care about is relieving that itch inside the pit of your stomach because you know that horny feeling will take a long time to dissipate. Nonetheless, Seungmin seems to listen to you when he unbuttons the first two buttons of his white dress shirt. 

His fingers reach down to your jeans, unzipping them and yanking them right off your legs until you’re just left in your underwear, already soaking through. Seungmin uses the pad of his thumb to brush gently over the fabric which is sticky to the touch. It makes the corner of his mouth tug up. 

“Keep quiet if you don’t want people to come in,” he warns before taking his glasses off and placing them to the side of you before kneeling down. 

Your chest already starts heaving just feeling his warm breath fan across your inner thighs. The anticipation leading up to it has you clawing at the desk when Seungmin starts removing your underwear. 

“Look how fucking wet you are,” he speaks from a stance of astonishment just seeing what he was able to do to you from a simple makeout session and some rough and tumble. 

His comment turns you into a flustered mess that is easily shattered when Seungmin moves his mouth closer to your pussy, kissing your inner thigh and inching closer until he reaches your clit. Your back arches in an instant. One hand clasps over your mouth to stifle a loud moan at the heat of Seungmin’s mouth, the other grabs a fistful of his hair and starts tugging. He doesn’t dare hold back; sucking on your clit, lapping up at what he can to make your entire body shudder. 

It never occurred to you that Seungmin is like this. You’ve always made him out to be some rich, entitled, arrogant, teacher's pet with good grades and an outstanding reputation when he goes and does shit like this – eating you out in broad daylight, in public.

Whatever rabid spirit took over Seungmin, it wasn’t stopping him. His tongue dances perfect circles and random shapes against your clit, embracing your thighs quivering shamelessly around his head. 

“Oh my god, feels…feels so good,” you mutter, using every drop of energy you can to subdue the moans into whimpers. 

Not even the hand you’ve been trying to use to cover your mouth is working because when Seungmin keeps building you up to that edge, you increasingly become louder. But that’s all on him for initiating this, not that you’re complaining. Not when your head is just about thrashing back behind you on the wooden surface trying to syphon all the pleasure you’re getting. It’s like rouge electricity, a live wire inside of you that has no chance of being tamed. 

“Fuck, gonna make me cum,” you mumble, eyelids already fluttering. “So…good.”

Seungmin heard that as a sign to press his face further into your pussy but kept the same momentum and pace that his tongue uses to make you cum, and when you do, every ounce of pleasure pours into all the cells throughout your body. It rattles you in such a good way, that you forget how hard you’re tugging on Seungmin’s hair as he continues to eat you out through to the very end. But you managed to stay quiet – just. 

Your body unstiffens and your chest heaves up and down trying to catch air. The orgasm was so massive that afterwards, you couldn’t figure out what time it was or where you were. It nearly took out every bit of consciousness you had remaining. 

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” he rasps. 

Whatever that means – not that you can articulate it as of yet. You’re still trying to grapple with reality and when Seungmin unzips his pants to free his cock, you know there’s no point in trying.

He’s big in length and has a sizeable girth. He teases you with his tip, sliding up and down from your now oversensitive clit to your drenched hole. Just feeling how wet you are makes him wonder one thing:

“Are you a virgin?” He asks. 

You’re still trying to regain a bit of consciousness, only able to muster a few words at a time, “no...no I’m not.”

“I pinned it down to either that or someone hasn’t touched you in a while,” he responds. You groan at the embarrassment. Seungmin must obviously be that experienced for him to make such an observation. 

“The latter. Now just hurry up and fuck me.” 

“Shut up,” Seungmin snipes, even though he begins to push his cock inside of you at a terribly slow pace. 

You didn’t realise how much you had been aching to have someone inside you. Your own fingers can’t seem to do the right trick of actually feeling full and satisfied. But now that Seungmin is here, slowly thrusting in until he reaches the hilt, can he make you feel that way. 

“Jesus fuck,” Seungmin bites down on his lip and has to hold onto the edge of the desk beside your body for support. 

He’s never felt anything like it. Even after sleeping with other women prior to you in his past, there’s something about the way you feel that isn’t like the rest. Maybe it’s from the fact that you hadn’t been touched in a while or not, either way, Seungmin can’t contain himself when he starts thrusting properly. 

His cock glides in like melted butter, the lewd wet sounds making you want to hide from embarrassment. But Seungmin revels in it like it’s about to slip through his fingers like sand. So he lowers his body onto yours, resting some of his weight comfortably on you. It’s intimate yes, but it enables Seungmin to start whispering things in your ear. 

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?” He purrs. “Such a good girl for taking all of my cock, especially for someone who hasn’t been touched in a while. Just opened up for me so easily.” 

No words could ever spring to your mind in response to that, but it causes your body and mind to have a reaction you’re all too familiar with from about five minutes ago. That tingly feeling starts creeping up inside you the longer Seungmin keeps fucking you. His cock repetitively hits such a deep sweet spot that you don’t think anyone’s ever reached before. 

“S-Seungmin…it feels…fuck it feels so good,” you moan right in his ear, your arms clinging to his back. 

“Yeah?” He chuckles. “I bet it does with the way that you’re clenching around me.” 

Seungmin just keeps finding ways to unintentionally embarrass you, but if there’s one thing that he’s learnt about you and himself, it’s that he likes seeing you so flustered. He thinks it’s cute. In saying that, he doesn’t want to get too caught up in things when the euphoria that has already built itself impossibly high starts making itself known.

Just like you, Seungmin feels too good right now. He’s doused in warmth from the heat wrapping around his cock and the way that your walls keep involuntarily clamping around him. 

“S’too much…” you gasp for air, fingers digging into his clothed arms at this point. “M’gonna cum again please.”

Seungmin presses himself up away from your body but still thrusting at his same pace, “go on then. I want to see your face when you do.” 

It washes over you quickly and he’s fast to clock onto the small reactions beginning to change. The only thing that doesn’t alter is the fucked-out look you have on your face. That remains all the way up until the bliss starts packing its punch. Seungmin’s hips don’t hamper your orgasm, not when he watches your eyes roll back and sees the words to describe how you’re feeling become lodged in your throat. 

“Y-Yes!” you call out, your voice echoing throughout the empty classroom. Your wet walls convulse around Seungmin’s cock, clutching onto him for dear life as you cum hard. 

“I suppose that’s why you cum so easily, huh?” He asks, catching his breath. “Because nobody’s been touching you? Poor thing.” 

Your cheeks burn a bright red as Seungmin continues to fuck you, right up until he’s had his fill. Regardless of how overstimulated you are, he can’t stop because he’s nearly there. His hips stutter forward a few times as he chases the tail of his orgasm, getting hit with it right at the last second. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he lowers his head, watching where his cock keeps disappearing into and listening to your whimpers. It’s all enough to tip him right over the edge and into a pool of warm euphoria. “Yes – fuck!” 

With a few more grunts and thrusts, Seungmin slows right down as he cums inside you. For a split second there, his vision started to go splotchy. It reminded him of the fact that he hasn’t cum that hard in a while. In saying that, you get to bask in the warm sensation that fills your lower half. 

“Shit,” he gasps, breathing heavily. In the back of his mind, something told him that he shouldn’t have done that. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine,” you swallow, trying to dampen your dry throat. “You’re lucky I’m into that.” 

He lets out a breathy chuckle and for the first time, you’ve actually seen Seungmin genuinely smile. 

-

A/N: I’m not going to lie, I kind of want to make a part 2 to this but reader finds out that she’s pregnant lmao

#rosiewritesskz #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #bang chan smut #han jisung smut #hyunjin smut #changbin smut #felix smut #i.n smut #bang chan x reader #felix x reader #hyunjin x reader #i.n x reader #lee know x reader #seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #changbin x reader #han jisung x reader

[xas24]

hi hi hiii

can i request one that’s like the pedri one but with gavi? the 5 love languages one?

have a nice day/night, love your work so much, i always get excited whenever you post 😭 thank you 🙏🏽💓🤝

love languages ~ pablo gavi

summary: the 5 different love languages with gavi.

words of affirmation

“fue tan mierda, y/n. ¿cómo nos las arreglamos para perder tan mal?” pablo exclaimed, shaking his head in disappointment and slouching further into the couch. (it was so shit y/n. how did we manage to lose that badly?)

y/n sighed to herself. her hand came up to grasp his bicep that started to tense as he tightly folded his arms over his chest. she understood how disappointed and frustrated he might feel, knowing the horrid loss he and his team just faced in a home game, more than an hour ago.

y/n’s heart clenched the more she watched his hurt expression. his eyes were glued to the tv where he was watching one of their older matches, but she knew his mind was on the one he just played.

“pablo..” she said softly, not wanting to anger him any further. “i understand the game didn’t go the way you wanted it to, but please don’t get so worked up over it.” she tried to reason as her thumb started rubbing smooth circles on his arm.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at her. however, he didn’t move his arm from her touch, so she took that as an opportunity to carry on.

“look at me.” he didn’t turn, only huffed to himself, eyes wavering over the screen.

y/n lowly sighed and moved her hand to cup his cheek. she gently turned his head and when his brown, doe eyes met hers, she instantly gave him a little smile. pablo could feel his heart warming at her delicate touch, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to her and kiss her warm skin but he was too stubborn and frustrated to do any of that right now.

“you can’t win everytime, mi amor. i love the passion you hold for your club and i understand you want to win every game, but not everything can go your way. hardships will always come along the way and that’s just how it is. we have to deal with it and work on how to make the next one better rather than sulk about the present.” she watched as his eyes started to soften and she knew he was on board with what she was saying.

y/n pressed a tiny kiss to his nose and cheek before pushing her body into his for a hug. pablo let her, his own heart giving into her endless affection and support.

“you’re the strongest, most hard working person i know, querido. don’t let a little problem along the way pull you down. you have to take it as a lesson and focus on how to improve.” she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

pablo could feel his own mind slowly coming at ease. her words filled his head and the motivation that sprung in his chest only inflated his love for her more. he loved how encouraging she always was to him, always looking out for him, always pushing him forward, always wanting him to do better instead of simply sympathising with him.

“thank you..” he mumbled into her neck, loving the whispered sweet nothings she was breathing out onto his cheek.

“no need to thank me, cariño, you know i’ll always understand you. it’s my job as your girlfriend to push you to do better and support you along the way.”

he hummed lovingly and kissed her neck. “and you’re doing a great job at it. te quiero mucho.”

acts of service

y/n underestimated how hectic her first year at university would be. having her classes all over the place and not in one set period really didn’t help, and it meant that she was out and about for majority of the day, knowing there’s no point coming home just for an hour before having to travel back to uni everyday.

it was about 6pm when y/n got home today. her legs and feet ached from all the travelling, her shoulder burned with the weight of her bag and all she wanted was to take a nice bath and drown in the love and warmth that was her boyfriend.

pablo had gotten back a few hours earlier, already having eaten and showered, he was lounging on the couch with his phone. when he heard the front door open, he instantly knew who was back and a smile landed on his lips.

pablo sprung up, wanting to greet his girlfriend after not seeing her for quite a few hours. when his eyes landed on her, a frown immediately settled on his lips. she looked so tired and worn out and he watched as her hands struggled to move her hair out of her face in frustration, shrugging her jacket off too.

“hola, pablo.” she greeted him with a tired smile and after hanging her jacket up, she padded forward a few steps to give him a kiss on the lips. pablos hand cupped her cheek softly, pecking her lips a few times before leaning back and looking her exhausted expression over.

“hola, how was your day?” he mumbled to her sweetly, kissing her lips once again.

“mmh, tiring. i just want to sleep.” her eyes were already practically dropping shut.

pablo frowned, thumb stroking her cold cheek. he dragged his hand down her side and captured hers between his fingers. “come, i’ll run you a bath.” he tugged her forward gently, and y/n sauntered behind him, letting his hand keep her up and guide her towards the bathroom.

she sat on the toilet, watching patiently as pablo filled the tub with warm water and even placed some of her favourite bath salts into it. once he was done, he made his way over to his girlfriend slouching back, stretching the muscles in her neck and he gently grabbed her by the shoulders to sit her up.

his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it all the way up. he lifted her arms, dragging the material up and over her head. after dropping the shirt on the floor, pablos fingers made their way to her back to unclasp her bra, and soon all of her clothes had joined the pile on the floor.

his skin was hot against her cold one as he held her up, helping her into the tub of hot water. the heavy sigh that left her lips relieved some of pablos worry. he couldn’t bare to see her so tired and stressed, instantly wanting to do anything he could to relieve her of this tension.

her muscles started to loosen up, slowly starting to drain her of any pressure. y/n gave pablo a small smile, letting her hand wander to his cheek to stroke his skin. she gave him a kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into his skin.

pablo smiled, hands coming up to her shoulders to soothe some of the ache. it was silent in the bathroom, and y/n let pablo tend to her body, loving the little kisses he pressed here and there, loving the way his hands worked wonders on her back all the way up to her scalp.

he started washing her hair and she couldn’t feel anymore grateful than she did in that moment. he gently rinsed the conditioner out, he ever so carefully wrapped her hair and body in a towel, laying kisses to her after every second of movement. he whispered little words against her skin, mumbled how much he loves her into her ear whilst drying her body.

he dressed her, kissed her, combed her hair, kissed her, lead her to bed, kissed her, cuddled her body into his and laid one final kiss onto her forehead before she was dozing off in his arms, heart content and ever so thankful for everything her boyfriend does for her.

quality time

it was around 3am when pablo was abruptly woken up from y/n’s incessant tossing and turning. frustrated yet worried, he gently shook her awake and watched as she groggily opened her eyes. it was still quite dark in the room but he could just about make out her face and he noticed her confused expression.

“estás bien, amor? te sientes incómodo?” (are you okay, love? are you uncomfortable?) his voice was extremely raspy.

y/n rubbed her eyes and looked up at him with a sigh. “estoy bien. siento haberte despertado.” (im okay, sorry i woke you up.) she groaned as she dropped her head back onto her pillow and uncomfortably rubbed her forehead.

pablo noticed the action and, out of consciousness, instantly laid his hand against her forehead to feel for any sort of temperature. his eyes slightly widened when he felt that she was burning up.

“you’re really hot, querida.” he stated, worried.

“sí, gracias.” she weakly chuckled and pablo shook his head, dragging his hand down to feel her warm cheek.

“you might be sick.”

she shook her head at his statement but he didn’t reply. pablo took the covers off of his body, determined to find something that would make her feel better, and was about to get up before y/n grabbed onto his hand and tugged him back.

“adónde vas?” she whined. (where are you going?)

“going to get you some water and medicine.”

“no! no, i’m fine, pablo, please. just lay with me.”

“your forehead is burning up, amor.”

“no, i don’t feel sick. i’m just really warm. don’t go.” she pleaded, tugging his hand towards her. the boy sighed and agreed, not being able to say no to her pretty, pleading eyes, getting back in bed and pulling the covers up.

he tugged her close towards his cool body. his arm circled her, bringing her close, lips kissing the crown of her head as they both slowly fell back into a sleepy abyss.

it turned out y/n actually was sick, and pablo, despite feeling worried about her, just had to mention that he told her so, to which y/n just chuckled and shook her head.

she had woken up this morning, sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad night of tossing and turning. it was then she wished she actually had taken the medication that pablo was offering late last night but, stubborn as she was, refused because she didn’t want him to leave the comfort of their bed.

currently, the two sat in their living room, with some show playing on the tv that y/n could barely focus on. her head was throbbing and she felt like she could throw her guts up any minute; it’d been like that ever since she woke up.

pablo had his arm resting on the back of the couch, hand softly stroking her shoulder as she cuddled up into his neck. the warm tea that pablo made for her sat abandoned on the table after a few sips. she didn’t feel like having it.

after having barely any breakfast and medicine, the fatigue that crawled up her spine was chilling. she felt like absolute shit. a low groan left her lips when she felt another sharp pain in the side of her head.

“you okay, amor?” pablo mumbled, looking down at her. y/n gave him a little nod and rubbed her temples in agony.

pablo, sensing her frustration, lifted his hand to her hair and started massaging her scalp. when she sighed out in relaxation, he gave a little smile of success and carried on after leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“that feels so good..”

“you would’ve been feeling better by now if you’d just let me take care of you.” he spoke against her skin and y/n felt the goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i didn’t want you to get sick.”

“so you banished me to training?”

she laughed and pablo smiled, “i didn’t banish you! you had to go training anyway, amor.”

“sí, but i’d rather be home, taking care of my sick girlfriend.” she hummed in satisfaction and lifted up weakly to leave a peck on his cheek.

“and i’m so grateful that you are here now.” she mumbled, loving the idea of just spending some much needed time with him, even if she was sick to do anything.

gift giving

long distance was harder than some people said it would be. with pablo being in barcelona and y/n living in her hometown, it was extremely hard to run a relationship with how different the time zones were, their different day to day activities and only running the relationship on facetime calls and messages everyday.

however, today was pablos birthday and his sister, aurora, had texted y/n spontaneously a few days before. she mentioned how much they all missed y/n, especially pablo, and it would make him the happiest person on the planet if she was there for his birthday.

y/n agreed, after some alterations to the next full week of her scedhule. aurora and her family flew y/n out to barcelona for the week and they all couldn’t be anymore excited for her to be coming, aurora specifically, who thought of y/n as a younger sister.

that was all about a few days ago, and now y/n stood behind the door to the living room where pablo, his family and friends were huddled together. aurora thought that y/n should be the one to bring the cake out, also counting it as pablos big surprise, and she couldn’t wait to film the whole interaction.

the door slightly opened to reveal one of pablos friends, alejandro, peeking his head in.

“¿lista, hermana?” (ready?)

y/n gave a little nod, her right hand quickly lighting the two candles on the cake. she placed the lighter back down and allowed alejandro to open the door a little wider for her to walk through.

her heart was practically beating in her ears and she tried not to drop the tray with how much her hands were starting to sweat. his family and friends started singing happy birthday but all y/n could focus on was pablo.

he sat on the chair at the table, looking more handsome than she last saw him, clad in a black t shirt, which she noticed she hadn’t seen him wear before. when his eyes landed on her, they widened and his jaw slightly dropped.

y/n gave him the biggest smile ever, eyes never leaving his as she walked over to him with the cake, the sound of clapping and happy birthday’s being heard all around her but all she saw and heard and yearned for in this moment was him.

she finally crossed the short distance to her boyfriend and placed the cake down infront of him. as soon as it was out of her hands, pablo was up and hugging her. his arms tugged her towards him and he was hugging and swaying and sighing into her shoulder.

y/n tightened her arms around his neck and took in the feel of him against her, the smell of his familiar perfume, the softness of his hair in her hands, the strength of his arms around her waist.

she slightly pulled back to press a few kisses to his cheek, not wanting to kiss him freely infront of all his friends and family out of respect. her eyes connected with his once more and she noticed the little tears in his eyes.

“dios mío, ¿esto es real?” (oh god, is this real?) he choked out with a chuckle and y/n started laughing along with his family. she reached up to quickly wipe his eyes before nodding.

“sí es real, cariño.” (yes it’s real, sweetheart.) pablo chuckled and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“blow out your candles, hermanito.” aurora called out, joining the chuckes that were being thrown around. y/n noticed she was still holding her phone up and she snickered at how she was capturing every single second of this. she made a mental note to ask for the video later on.

pablo sat back down but his hand never left y/n’s. she stood next to him, watching him blow out the candles. she would’ve joined in on the clapping like the rest of the family but her hand was trapped in his grip.

it’d been so long since he’d seen her up close, held her, took in her scent, felt her warm skin against his own and he refused to let her go in any way.

after taking lots of pictures and eating some of the cake, pablo sat with his arm around y/n on the couch. his friends left, after promising they would all go out for dinner later on, and his family were somewhere around the house.

pablo was still practically in a state of shock as he stared at his girl sat in his arms.

“i still cant believe this.” he voiced, brown eyes taking in every inch of every single feature on her face, wanting to memorise her as if she would slip away from his fingers again.

“you have aurora to thank, querido. she helped me come here.” she said sweetly, but her voice died in her throat the moment his lips attached to her jaw.

he hummed and made his way down, pecking against her smooth skin. “vale, remind me to thank her later.”

“pablo, tu familia sigue aquí. ten paciencia.” (your family is still here. be patient.) she reasoned and pablo detached his lips from hers and sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than just an hour, atleast, alone with her.

he decided to lay his head on her shoulder instead and y/n smiled. her hand came up to stroke his cheek lovingly, lips kissing the crown of his head.

“¿cuánto tiempo vas a estar aquí?” (how long are you here for?)

“una semana.” (a week.)

“¿eso es todo?” (that’s it?!) he exclaimed, looking up at her.

“that’s all i can stay for, bebé. but i promise to try and stay longer next time.” pablo sighed and returned his head to her shoulder, loving the way her fingers felt in his hair.

“we’ll make this the best week ever then.” he stated, already getting excited to spend every second of this week with the beautiful girl next to him.

physical touch

pablo walked into his girlfriends apartment after a long day of training, interviews and shooting for the new kit. his muscles ached strongly, his social battery had practically drained to the last percent and all he wanted was to be in his girlfriends warm and familiar arms.

he took his spare key out and unlocked the door, immediately being met with silence in the small corridor. pablo could already feel himself starting to relax. just the feel of even being in her apartment, her space, relaxed him and he was excited to finally see her gorgeous face after a whole day of busy activities.

he took his jacket off along with his shoes, placed his keys on one of her key holders and made his way to find his girl. he could hear the tv faintly playing in the back so he walked over to the living room.

he saw her sitting on the couch, watching a movie, looking so comfortable and warm wrapped up in a blanket and one of pablos hoodies. when she heard footsteps walk into the room, she flinched as she looked worriedly at the entrance.

“dios mío, pablo, you scared me.” she chuckled out a breath when her eyes laid on her tired looking boyfriend. he gave her a little weak smile, padding his way over to her.

he dropped down on the couch, lifting the blanket and getting under it with her. y/n welcomed him with open arms, allowing him to lay his head on her chest.

he pushed her back a bit, arms circling her waist as he cuddled up to her. the warmth engulfed him and pablo instantly felt at ease. he could physically feel his tense muscles relaxing, hearbeat slowing down to match y/n’s.

“cómo estás?” (how are you?) she whispered.

“cansado.” (tired)

“busy day?”

he nodded against her chest, arms tightening around her frame and lips coming together in a frown as he could feel himself gradually slipping into sleep.

she had a smile on her face, loving the sudden clinginess that randomly spurted from him, loving the way he always wanted to cuddle up to her after a long, hefty day.

pablo let her plant her hand in his hair. his eyes started drooping immediately in satisfaction when her fingers started to run through his freshly washed strands, soothing the tiny headache he had.

in no time, he was asleep in her arms, encased by her warmth and her love and her sweet scent.

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #barça #imagine #gavi #gavi imagine

[got-ticket-to-ride]

John Lennon talking about "the Beatles break up" in 1970

Breakdown:

Jann asks about the Beatles break up and John says he told Paul he is leaving (like they are the only two people in the band?)

Paul was still making a lot of plans for the band but John was already being stubborn about everything.

Paul probably thought he could/would do damage control while John has not made the announcement yet.

John saying he wasn't angry and then saying "not angry in that way" (what way then, John?) and then slipping to "we" were angry.

Paul calling John on the phone the same day (after crying his heart out for an hour) declaring : he can do the same "John and Yoko" thing

John answering like he was going to be ok with it.

Jann Wenner: You said you quit The Beatles first.

John: Yeah.

Jann Wenner: How?

John:

Well, I said to Paul, I'm leaving.

We're in Apple and I just on the way over to. I knew before I went to Toronto, I told Alan I was leaving. I told Eric Clapton and Klaus that I was leaving and I'd like to probably use them as a group, you know, and it hadn't decided how to do it, to have a permanent new group or or what. And then later on I thought, fuck, I'm not going to get stuck with another set of people in it, whoever they are. So, but I I announced it to myself and to the people around me on the way to Toronto the few days before. And on the plane, Alan came with me. I told Alan, you know, it's over. And then when I got back there was a few meetings and Alan had said, well, cool it cool it because there was a lot to do, you know, business wise it wouldn't have been suitable at the time, you know.

And then we were discussing something in the office with Paul, and Paul said something other, like like to do something or. And I kept saying no, no, no to everything, he said, you see. So it came to a point. I had to say something, of course. And well, what do you mean then? So I said, I mean the group's over, I'm leaving.

And but Alan was there. He'll remember exactly, and she will. This is my how I see it. Alan was saying don't tell.

He didn't want me to tell Paul even you know (pause). And but I couldn't help. So I thought I was out. I couldn't stop.

It came out and Paul and Alan said they were glad that I wasn't going to announce it, that I was going to make an event out of it. Right, but Paul and Alan both. I don't know whether Paul said don't tell anybody, but he was damn pleased that I wasn't, you know, he said, Oh well, that means nothing really happened if you're not going to say anything.

So that's what happened. Well, I mean, like, like anybody when you say divorce, you know, their face goes all sorts of colours. It's like he knew what really that this was the final thing, you know?

And then six months later, he comes out with whatever, you know, I told Ray Connolly. So there's a lot of people knew I'd left, but I was a fool not to do it, you know? Not to do what Paul did, which is use it to sell a record.

Jann Wenner: You were really angry at Paul.

John: No, I wasn't angry. But when he came out with his, I'm leaving. Well, I wasn't angry. I was just shit, you know, I mean, he's a good PR man, Paul. I mean, he's about the best in the world, probably. He really does a job.

I was just. I wasn't angry in that way. I was. We were all hurt that he didn't tell us.

That what he was going to do. But he, I think he claims that he didn't mean that to happen, but that's bullshit. He called me in the afternoon of that day and said I'm doing what you and Yoko were doing last year. And I said good, you know.

Mal Evans during an interview in 1975

MAL (Source): And then… John left. And I remember that well. That was really, truly a heartbreaking experience. We were in Apple, at 3 Savile Row, and John said – “It’s over.” You know? And I drove Paul home. And we got to Paul’s house, and

he spent the next hour in the house crying his eyes out.

And I just wandered around the garden like a lost soul, just crying. It was the end of the world. It was like the end of The Wizard of Oz – when she gets back to the black-and-white reality. All the colour had gone out of life.

#Mclennon Dynamic #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #Mclennon #1970 #The Beatles #things I read to hurt myself #gttr-beatles

[s0lam33y]

I CARE 4 YOU

[shuririweek, day 1: fluff]

summary: basic sick-fic. Shuri is hella stubborn, that’s abt it.

A/n: Ive had to redo this a good 3 times. Anyway, this was requested on my old acc and I’ve finally finished up, hopefully whoever requested this is still around 😭

@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998

I love going on missions. More than anything. But this one had to get cut short once I got news of Shuri being sick. I’ve only been gone for 48 hours, I’ve just landed back from a mission only to hear that my beautiful wife is sick. And I thought that shit was a joke because how the fuck does she get sick? She’s got one of the most powerful plants in her system and not only that we’ve got the most advanced technology known to man.

I crack the bedroom door open only to find Shuri turned into a mass of blankets wrapped up in our thick comforter. I drop my duffel bag in front of the door and walk towards her, peeling away the layers of the covers.

I hear her heavy breathing and I see her pretty face in real-time for the first time in 2 days. Her cheeks are hot and sweat dampens her skin.

“Hey, baby…” I whisper doing my best to keep my volume down. She doesn’t respond, her eyes shut close and her body curled into itself. I gather her in my arms and it’s enough for her to blink her pretty eyes open.

The white in her eyes is red and her skin is damn near dripping.

“Have you not had any medicine?” I question, whether she shouldn’t be doing this bad with how much tech we have. But knowing her, she’s so damn stubborn. I should know better than to ask, her throat is probably scratchy.

“I’m fine.” She mumbles trying to turn around but her body is too weak to.

I move her curls out of the way and look at her clothing, my red MIT sweats and a white shirt, the same outfit she was in when I last FaceTimed her right before landing.

She hasn’t left her room at all, I’m assuming while I peel back her shirt to feel how damp it is, I touch the skin along her abdomen and it’s hot to the touch.

I grab her wrist to navigate her kimoyo beads and begin to administer some herbal medicine.

“Griot, give me Shuri’s Stats please,” I order.

“Griot, don’t do that.” She groans, grabbing my wrist.

“I’m sorry, Your Highnesses, whose orders do I follow?” Griot questions and she reacts too slowly for him to catch anything.

“Mine,” I answer clearly.

“The Queen’s temperature is at 101 degrees Fahrenheit, she’s been in and out of sleep for 30 hours, her heart rate is at 69 beats per minute,”

The only thing alarming is her temperature.

“Shuri, I ain't tryna scold you right now, but why didn’t you say nothing?” I ask only for her to groan.

“M’fine, it happens.”

“Walk then,” I tell her and she looks at me like I’m crazy. Then she rubs her eyes and sits up slowly. She’s only sitting up because I’m supporting her back so I let go only for her back to hit the bed.

“Fuck off.” She curses and it makes me laugh harder than I have all week. When I’m done laughing, I help her off the bed and onto the sofa bed that’s across from it.

I change the sheets for her to her favorite dark purple ones and clean up all the stuff she’s left around the room.

“Griot, did the Queen get her shots this year?” I ask, I’m not sick and no one else in the citadel is. I settle next to her and she’s not asleep, just blinking slow as fuck.

“Yes, however, it had left her system once she took the herb,”

She had a challenge to the throne a week ago by someone from the river tribe, and she was fine at first. Maybe that entire month of training drained her body a lot.

“Is there any other reason why she could be so sick?”

“The Queen hasn’t had a sufficient amount of water in a couple of days, Her body is also trying to handle the effects of the herb being back in her body,” Griot says as I place her head onto my thighs and watch her lie down. Her lips are parted just a little and her breathing is so shallow.

“I’m fine like I’m okay,” She insists.

“Dude, literally shut up,” I say and it earns me a dopey smile.

She’s shaking a little and her clothes are nearly drenched I feel her forehead with the back of my hand. She’s nowhere near burning up. Her skin feels normal just damp. What the fuck is goin on?

I’m confused, this AI ain’t helping me, I hate this.

I get up slowly so I don’t move too fast. I’ve spent days bandaging her up as she has for me but this is sickness, not wounds. There’s not a single scientific explanation I can think of that explains this.

“Griot, what should I do?”

“Keep her awake, A very hot shower should help, a couple of herbs can be found in the garden that should be able to ease her pain, I’ll make a list for you and you may demand it once ready.”

Sounds like a plan.

….

“Shuri, get in the shower,” I order only for her to glare at me.

“No, you don’t see how hot it is? Are you mad?” She asks, sniffling while steam fills up the bathroom.

“You’ve fought wars, Shuri, get in the shower, ‘it’ll help I swear,” I tell her. She’s always been so picky about the temperature in the shower which is one of the reasons why we can’t ever shower together. She loves her a cold shower and I can’t stand it. I wouldn’t take a cold shower if you paid me. She says they help her get ready for the day but I would never.

“You already naked man, just get in the water,” I mutter, she’s only in a towel and she’s already undressed. I need her to just get in.

“A’ight listen, man, If you don’t get in the damn shower-“

“Then what?” She challenges, letting out a little cough while she’s at it. I’ve lifted her before, that’s only happened recently. I wasn’t able to do that when I first met her. But I’ll do it again if I have to.

“Shuri, please, it’s not that bad.” She steps closer and puts her hand out to feel the water.

“It’s too hot.”

“I’ll get in with you.” I offer.

“I guess it’s not so bad then.”

…

“Shuri, open your mouth,” I tell her, calmly as I pour the syrup into a cup. She looks at me in disgust and shakes her head like a kid. It’s medicinal syrup, made here that I take when I’m sick and I feel better by the morning.

But unlike Shuri, I ain’t this fucking stubborn.

She turns over in bed till she’s lying on her back. After a couple of seconds, her mouth opens slightly for her to breathe.

“Fine.” She groans before taking it all in one sip. Her lips curl in disgust before she lifts the comfort over her body and I can hear her breathing as she huffs. She turns so her back faces me.

“You’re acting like a kid.” I chuckle when she coughs.

“You’re the height of one.”

“You sure you sick? ‘Cause you got a lot of slick-ass comments.” She doesn’t say anything and I realize it’s because she’s finally asleep.

We end up falling asleep soon after and she wakes up, refreshed, earlier than I do. Like she was never sick. I have to get back to my mission but I wake up feeling dizzy, my head is pounding.

I feel her hand on my forehead, gently caressing my baby hairs while I do my best to sit up.

“Tell them you can’t make it to the mission.” She murmurs.

#shuririweek2024 #riri williams #shuri udaku #shuriri

[etherealinowrites]

appease drabble 2 | listen to my tunes!

pairing- female reader x jisung

summary- you and jisung have an impromptu date in the studio

wc- 0.5K

warnings- none

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“well isn’t this a sight to behold.” you announce your arrival, knowing full well that jisung was engrossed enough to not notice an entire person walking in through the door.

he looked up, headphones looped around his neck as he tapped his pencil on the table. a huge smile broke out on his tired face as he welcomed you with open arms.

"there she is." he sighed, waiting for you to hug him.

you shook your head with a soft smile, walking to the table to place the bags on the table before heading to him.

jisung engulfed you in a warm hug, sighing his exhaustion away as you patted his back. "you've been working hard." you pointed out, breaking the hug as you placed a swift kiss to his lips.

he nodded, pursing his lips as he placed his pencil and headphones down. "i really need to get shit done before the jeju schedules. god knows how busy we'll be with the album release coming up in two months after that."

you nodded in understanding, bringing your hands to his hair to play with the sft strands. he leaned into your touch, letting you soothe his scalp.

"you're doing good. im proud of you." you mumbled, knowing full well that every word was true. jisung was a hard worker, along with his entire group. but needless to say, he worked a lot more in comparison when it came to songwriting. especially since he had a bunch of solo skz players to release in the coming year.

"thanks y/n. means a lot." he shifted, getting up to hug you better.

"and here he is again." you sighed and he chuckled.

"i am just hugging you? what? you know i can't go a long time without touching you!" he protested, making you hold a giggle as you pushed him away.

"enough talking. eat first. i know you must not have had anything today." you scolded him, reaching for the bags you'd bought.

“yes that’s just what i needed, i’m starving” he rolled his eyes, reaching over and grabbing a box to open it and dig in. it all happened too fast and he was now stuffing his cheeks and seeing that made you smile.

“you’re looking at me like you’re my mom” he remarked with a teasing face and you cackled at that, hitting his arm gently. “oh you, not really mom but mommy maybe?” you teased back and he turned red, making you crack a wider smile. “oh your adorable, now eat up so i can actually see some of your work” you added.

“yup! at your service ma’am!” he gave you a mock salute and quickly ate, while you tried to slow him down so he won’t choke, but he was like a stubborn kid and hellbent.

“no no! i need to make you listen to my tunes!!” he called out with his stuffed face, making you smile at his adorable face.

oh seeing these boys happy was really all you needed.

#han fluff #jisung fluff #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz poly #skz #han jisung fluff #han jisung #jisung scenarios #han imagines #jisung imagines #han scenarios #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios

[seasaltandcopper]

vampire hunter AU Pt 3

[Prev]

Summary: Teddy takes a moment alone with Mal. She and Will talk on the drive home.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Profanity, (implied) torture, violence, manhandling, dehumanization

The truck’s headlights cut a swath through the darkness, spilling across chalky gravel, stubborn weeds, and jagged chips of concrete. Moths and bugs flit through the light, throwing flickering shadows as they knocked against the bumper of the vehicle, and pinged gently off its hood.

Out in the dark, past the lights of the truck and the old factory, beyond the high, razor-wire topped walls, a pack of coyotes yipped and howled. Crickets and frogs sang their nightly lullabies. Critters screeched.

A nice, mild summer night. Routine. Almost peaceful.

Teddy glanced to the side, giving the vampire another look over as she steered him towards the truck. Mal kept his head down as he stumbled along, every few steps needing her to tighten her grip when he didn’t lift a foot high enough and caught it on the loose gravel, either tripping himself or sending it skittering off into the dark.

It looked like the effort of even walking this far was about to put him on the ground. Or maybe the gravel just hurt his feet.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

When Teddy looked closer though, she noticed the dark red smudges trailing behind him, only visible because the loose rock out here was a dusty, powdery white.

She sighed. Even if this shit was rough to walk on barefoot, it shouldn’t cut him up that bad in such a short distance. Another lingering token of the hunters' hospitality, probably. Teddy briefly wondered if he’d tried to run recently and they’d taken steps to make it a little harder if he got it into his head to try again.

He didn’t look like a flight risk. But Teddy gleaned enough from the past half hour to agree with Brooks’ original assessment: Mal wasn’t broken. Not all the way; not permanently.

Not yet.

Teddy sighed again, face rearranging into something less pensive and more irritable. “Something wrong with your feet?”

Head raising so fast it might’ve been attached to a pull-string, Mal pushed out a sharp breath through his nose. Anyone else, any other context, Teddy would’ve called it amused; she didn't know what to call it with him.

He shook his head, brows pulled together in a deep line. “No,” Mal lied, voice hoarse from disuse. He swallowed, and tacked on a more automatic sounding, “Uhm—no, sir.”

Sir, huh?

Well, Teddy wouldn’t argue with that. It sent a weird, tingling thrill all the way down to her fingertips, like grabbing hold of a live wire. Wrong in the same way it felt right, the intoxicating high of knowing you had your oldest enemy completely under your thumb.

No wonder vampires got so drunk on that kind of power.

Uninterested in pressing him for the truth—anything and everything she wanted to know she’d get out of him later—Teddy gave Mal another firm tug, and pulled him to a stop beside the old, white appliance truck.

The open bed in the back was crammed full of various tools and equipment and (mostly Will’s) junk, but a good third of the space was taken up by a white, chest style freezer.

Not the fanciest transport, but for the hunter on a budget, it’d do just fine. Secure, for her peace of mind, and sun proof, for the vampire’s. Supposedly they felt safer in small, dark places, which had led to the whole coffin-sleeping myth in the first place. Regardless, Mal would be safe on the hours-long ride back, even if it was a tight fit. He might even enjoy the chance to rest, which was sure as hell more than he deserved.

Climbing into the back, Teddy reached down to pull Mal up after her, and hauled him bodily into the truck bed with surprising ease. He grunted as he landed hard on his knees, Teddy’s iron grip around his arm the only thing keeping him from eating shit.

The side of Mal’s jaw ticked, like he was biting down on something, but he stayed bizarrely quiet. Just like he’d been the entire time. The Mal she remembered had never shut up; it was disconcerting to see him rendered practically mute.

Whispering unease slipped through Teddy’s ribs like a cold wind through bare tree branches. It rattled and sighed with the voice of doubt. She shook her head and let it pass. Grimaced.

No, it was him. It had to be him. The tip, everything the hunters here confirmed over the call, even his own reaction to the name was all but proof.

But—

You’d feel pretty damn silly if you went through all this trouble and got home with the wrong guy.

“Alright, stop,” Teddy ordered, halting the vampire before he could get up off his knees. He’d been staring at the freezer uneasily, but one word was enough for his attention to snap back to her. “Hold still. I wanna get a better look at you.”

Reaching down, Teddy cupped his jaw, tilting his head back so they were staring eye to eye. She felt the subtle flinch, the way Mal’s whole body seemed to pull taut at the contact, how badly he obviously wanted her hands off him.

But other than the flare of nostrils as he pulled in a breath, he maintained a surprisingly good poker face. No fighting, no struggling. Not even a peep of sass.

Teddy grimaced again at the tackiness of Mal’s skin, built up residue of god knew what covering him. Patchy stubble scratched at her fingertips. She brushed loose strands of hair out of his face, roughly tugged a couple chunks free where’d they’d caught under the muzzle straps, ignoring his wince.

His hair looked longer than she remembered, hanging just past his jaw. Uneven in places, like he’d lost patches of it at some point, and was only partly regrown. With all the filth, the color was indiscernible—it could’ve been red. Or anything from medium blond to brown originally. And if he had freckles, Teddy sure as hell couldn’t see them beneath the filth.

Eugh.

A sigh. “Mal,” Teddy said, like she was testing the name against some metric. “You are Mal, right?”

She felt his throat work as he swallowed. The look he gave her reminded Teddy of a wild animal, caught in a trap. Slowly, Mal nodded. Then managed a raspy, “Who—who are you?”

“Teddy,” she answered flatly. A steel bite undercut the words. “But you know what, I kinda like the sound of “Sir”, so let’s stick with that.”

She noted the complete lack of recognition at the drop of her name. Mild confusion that seamlessly melted into acceptance, hastily buried under a glaze of apathy. Another jerky little nod at the second half of her statement.

Something about it pissed Teddy off; the surge of her own fury took her by surprise, capsizing her better judgment before she could reign in her temper.

Fingers curling, she dug her nails savagely into Mal’s jaw, wrenching his head back until she felt the tendons in his neck straining at the angle, needing—something. A real reaction. Anger, pain, fear, it didn’t matter, Teddy just needed to know the monster still felt something the way she did, some dim reflection of the turmoil raging inside her like a storm.

Mal made a sound, quiet, against her hand. He wasn’t looking at her with apathy now. Blinded by her own rage, all Teddy could think was that it wasn’t enough.

Both of them shook. Little tremors traveled between them seamlessly, like an electric current.

Just get him home, a more sensible part of herself insisted, you’re so close, don’t blow it all now for a cheap shot.

Teeth grinding, Teddy stared down, wild eyed at her captive.

Shit.

Teddy released Mal abruptly, shoving him away from her. He landed hard, metal rattling against the truck bed. “Just go.” A disgusted noise rumbled in her throat, and she scrubbed the hand clean on her dark jeans. “Fucking leech bastard.”

Rising, Teddy pulled Mal along with her to the freezer, ignoring his startled yelp and the clatter of limbs hitting the truck bed as he tried to help rather than simply get dragged. He ended up on his side, slumped against the freezer, wide-eyed and staring up at her.

“But you wanna know who I am—?” Shoving open the lid, Teddy paused long enough to answer Mal’s question. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

Teddy pushed out a rough sigh and slammed the driver’s side door closed behind her. Both hands braced against the wheel to stop them from shaking. She curled them around worn, familiar plastic, tightening her grip until it creaked, and the crisscross of white and pink scars stood out across the backs of her hands like lines on a map.

Her pulse slammed in her own ears. Too loud. Something under her ribs ached, like a stitch in her side from running too long.

Ten years. Ten fucking years.

And a whole damn lifetime of nightmares, jumping at shadows, wondering if she’d ever get closure for any of it.

Slouched quietly in the passenger’s seat, Will tapped out a cigarette and the world finally shook itself back into some kind of order. She waited for the familiar flickflickflick of his lighter, the sharp burn of tobacco and paper, before breaking the silence.

Rituals, Teddy came to realize over the years, were important. There was a reason magic thrived on them, that countless human societies were structured around them. Even mundane ones carried weight.

She breathed in deeply, taking comfort in the familiar burn of secondhand smoke. Let it out again, slow and controlled.

“Yeah, it’s Mal,” she said. The words came from someone else’s mouth. “Son of a bitch didn’t recognize me, but I got that much out of him. Shit.”

Teddy wished she’d kicked him in the teeth before locking him up. Given the bloodsucker something to think about on the ride home.

She’d stayed calm until her slip a moment ago. Cool, collected, distanced from it all—outwardly, at least. But once she gave it some slack, the dam keeping all those ugly emotions and nearly thirty years of pain and fear-fueled rage at bay started to crack.

“Dude looked pretty messed up already.” Spoken as mellow and unruffled as everything else that came out of Will’s mouth. He took a drag and blew the smoke out the window, one long, thin stream. “Guess these guys had him for a while, huh?”

Something sharp edged into Teddy’s voice. “I don’t give a shit what those hunters did to him.” She held the wheel in a death grip. “Hell, whatever it was, it wasn’t enough. That isn’t even close to what that leech deserves, not after what they did to us.”

Briefly, her gaze slid sideways, settling on Will. Unlike Teddy, he rarely bothered to hide his scars. On a warm night like this, a t-shirt left plenty of exposed skin. All of it told a story.

An ugly, bloody one.

Dozens of bite scars crawled from his wrists up past the crook of his elbows. More bloomed from beneath the neck of his shirt. And those were just the ones she could see—

Teddy sneered, then buckled her seatbelt. She threw the truck in drive and pulled out, flinging gravel and fishtailing for a second before she regained control. She flicked a salute to the hunters at the gate as they waved her through.

Humming in annoyance as the abrupt acceleration knocked a clump of ash loose onto his shirt, Will grimaced and brushed at it. It smudged, gray crushing into the warm yellow fabric.

“Jeeze, Teddy, ease off a little.” Sighing, Will abandoned the effort to save his shirt. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I know why you need this.” Even if Will didn’t.

But he got it, and no matter how gruesome or bloody a path Teddy chose to walk, Will followed. She had no doubt he’d follow her to hell and back, something that brought equal parts reassurance and guilt these days.

Teddy knew all of that. Just like they both knew it wasn’t really him she was mad at. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Forcing herself to ease off the accelerator, Teddy fixed her gaze out the front windshield. Now that they’d passed out of the compound, the sky opened up overhead. Like the ceiling of a black cathedral, speckled with thousands of points of dim, distant light.

Here, in the swath of no man’s land between established territories, very few dedicated settlements persisted—human or vampire. Just hunters, lone wolf types without a coven to claim them, and a handful of civilians too stubborn to leave their homesteads, preferring to protect their land or die trying.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Just quiet. Dark. Empty.

Things most humans feared. Things that had frighted Teddy once, too, but didn’t anymore.

“Whoa, Teddy, check it out—you can see the Milky Way tonight. Awesome.”

Pushing out an amused snort, she glanced over at Will. “You can always see the Milky Way out here.”

“Not when it’s cloudy,” Will pointed out brightly, grinning. “Or raining.”

“Right.” A good natured roll of her eyes, and Teddy leaned back into her seat. Relaxed the white knuckled grip she’d had on the wheel and pulled off the gravel road onto a proper paved one.

Little tremors still zipped down her arms, but the distraction kept the threat of spiraling into darker memories at bay.

Picking a thumbnail at the wheel, Teddy kept her eyes on the road as she said, “Thanks. For staying.” For everything.

Nothing would go back to the way it was before. The kids they’d been, all those years ago, were dead and buried. Even vengeance couldn’t change that.

But maybe closure could give them a better future to look forward to, after.

Smiling, Will slouched lower in his seat and flipped on the radio. Only a couple stations reached out this far, and of those two only one played music. Old country. Blues. Folk songs that had a distant crackle to them even without the fuzz of interference.

Will’s easy-going chuckle drifted over the crooning of a singer who'd died before they were born. “Well, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”

AN: those of you who saw the teaser I posted a while back might be wondering where that went, and the answer is the second half of chapter three is now becoming chapter four because this is already so long lol

I want to lay the ground work now though, and start establishing these characters properly. Even if that means taking a little more time.

Taglist: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @thecyrulik @lookbluesoup @cinnamon-roll-whump @whumpwillow @bloodinkandashes @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

#whump #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #vampire hunter au #my writing #salt ocs #salt oc: mal #salt oc: teddy #salt oc: will

[agaypanic]

Hello!! It says that your Requests are open, so I wanted to srop this here: Could I please something with Malcolm (Wilkerson) and his gf being a bit insecure because she's chubby?? struggling alot lately and malcolm is a huge comfort character :3 ♡

(however, if youre not comfortable writing something like this, please ignore this!!thanks so much for doing what u do. i love ur work!!)

The Way You Are (Malcolm Wilkerson X Plus Size!Reader)

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Summary: Looking through Malcolm’s dating history, Y/n can’t help but feel a little insecure about herself. It’s a good thing that Malcolm’s always ready to reassure her of his feelings for her.

A/N: This is probably ooc but idc this is self indulgent

***

Dating Malcolm felt like a dream. He was sweet, considerate, and romantic. Sure, sometimes he overthought things that created tension between you, but you two always pulled through. Malcolm was everything you could’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend.

You just weren’t sure that you were everything he wanted in a girlfriend.

Now, you never really compared yourself to others. But it’s not like you had no idea about the girls Malcolm dated in the past, and how they all had at least one thing in common with each other, but you had seemingly nothing in common with them.

The thing that stood out most to you was the size difference. You knew that there was nothing wrong with you being bigger, but it’s not like you didn’t notice. It didn’t help that Malcolm was a bit of a twig.

“You okay?” Your boyfriend asked from the driver’s seat. The two of you were at a drive-in in a neighboring town, watching some movie you’d forgotten the name of.

“Huh?” It took you a second to register his question. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

Malcolm turned down the radio tuned into the station for the movie audio before turning in his seat to face you.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Saying you’re fine doesn’t usually mean you’re fine, Y/n.” He pulled one of your hands from your lap. “Are you feeling okay? Do you wanna go home?”

God, he was always so sweet to you. You knew he was also stubborn and wouldn’t drop it until you told him what was bothering you.

“Don’t make fun of me; it’s kinda stupid.” He just squeezed your hand, urging you to continue. You sighed. “I just… I couldn’t help but notice that I’m not that much like the girls that you dated before me.” He looked confused.

“So?”

“Well… why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like me?” You didn’t mean to, but you were starting to get frustrated. You didn’t even really know why. “I mean, it’s obvious that I’m, like, the outlier when it comes to the girls that you’ve dated.”

“Y/n, why would that bother you?” The movie was now far away from both of your minds. Wanting to look anywhere but at him, your eyes drifted to the car next to you. A couple about your age was cuddled up in the front seat. The girl shivered, and after a moment of conversation, the boy pulled off his hoodie and gave it to her to put on. “Y/n, what are you looking at?”

Malcolm turned around and saw the sight in front of him, but when he turned around, he just looked more confused. You sighed in frustration. Why couldn’t you just say the shit that was bothering you? Why was vulnerability so awkward?

“We can’t do that.” You said meekly, pulling your eyes away from the random couple.

“They’re just cuddling; we do that all the time. Trust me, if this car had a bench seat, we’d be doing that right now.” You shook your head.

“She’s wearing his clothes, Mal. Look at us. We can’t do that.” Suddenly, Malcolm understood.

“Baby, you know I don’t care about your size, right?” You sniffled.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t care.”

“You shouldn’t.” He grabbed your other hand so he could hold both of yours in his. He leaned in as close to you as he could without going cross-eyed. “Y/n, I think you’re just as beautiful, if not more, as any other girl out there. We’re together for a reason; you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else.”

You couldn’t help the tear that slipped down your cheek. You were so overwhelmed with feelings of self-doubt, but Malcolm knew how to replace that with love.

“I’m sorry for-”

“No.” Malcolm shook his head. “Don’t apologize. You don’t need to apologize, Y/n.”

Instead of responding, you kissed him. It was short and sweet, but it conveyed your thanks.

“After this, we should go to the mall,” Malcolm said when you parted.

“Why?”

“I wanna get some new clothes for my girl to look good in.”

#malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

[dreamofjoys]

ohhh about that scenario where MC ran away while pregnant, imagine if she tried to explain to Malleus that she never stopped loving him but he refuses to listen bc he’s so angry and threatens to execute her for leaving with his son. MC then goes cold and angry and tells him that she doesn’t recognize the man she fell in love with anymore, that her running away was to protect herself and her baby, that he’s arrogant and selfish for thinking everything is about him. aaand Mal is shocked about getting yelled at, but still angry so obvi he keeps MC locked up buuut their son HATES him for making MC so sad. he’s a powerful kid and burns everything down when they try to separate him from MC and Mal can’t do anything bc the kid doesn’t consider him as his father. MC is scared and gives Mal the silent treatment, their kid is angry and attacks everyone that moves or threatens his mom, Mal is distraught but refuses to apologize bc he was hurting for so long, Sebek and Silver have no idea what to do (imagine Silver tries to comfort MC and Sebek comforts Mal), and Lilia is tired of everyone’s shenanigans. like, where do they go from there??

referring to this post

fem reader ahead!

i think mc and the kid would probably stay in briar valley for awhile. after all, the kid has draconian blood. there’s no way that the queen will let the kid off as he is part of the Royal bloodline.

i feel like lilia would really just… go with the flow. silver will try to talk things out with mc, trying to understand how she feel, what’s her struggles and etc. i can’t really see sebek as someone who is good at talking things out, i think sebek will just let malleus know that whatever malleus do, sebek will still support him.

the main problem between mc and malleus is lack of communication and trust. if mc told malleus about her feelings from the start, things would have changed a little. similar to malleus, he shouldn’t have to tank all the burden alone (as you can see from him trying to dispose the threats, by himself). being a couple is not just about “i can do this myself”, is “we can do it”. is a teamwork that requires collaboration and communication; something that is lacking between mc and malleus.

mc and malleus will probably need some time alone, to digest and reflect on the actions that they have done. for mc, is cause she ran away instead of actually solving the problem. for malleus, is cause he is too “independent”. both parties are at fault, and now they are suffering from the consequences of their own actions; but malleus kinda suffers more since he was “hidden in the dark”.

eventually, mc and malleus has to come together and talk things out. the problem is still there, aka the threats. but the main thing that mc and malleus should be concern about is the kid. the kid absolutely knows nothing about this matter, he could only throw a fit and breathe fire when someone threatens his mother.

i think mc will approach malleus first; malleus is kinda stubborn ngl. from there, they will talk things out and clear up the misunderstandings. from there, is a relief for both mc and malleus to finally clear up this shit that they have always been feeling. the relationship gets better; cause they both still love each other.

it will be hard to explain to the kid, and even harder to get the kid to accept malleus. but malleus will do anything to protect the kid and mc. he failed them once, and there won’t be a second.

as for the mysterious man, let’s just say that he has been paid a heavy sum to keep his mouth shut. malleus will do everything in his power to shut off any rumours about you, will make announcement to the world that his lost bride and son has been found.

of course, all of these doesn’t happen within like a week. is probably like a month later or so.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #imagines #y/n #diasomnia #dreamofjoystwst #dreamofjoysdrabbles

[intern-seraph]

Aough I've got Malleyuu on the brain again (shocker) and I desperately want to brainrot about a new fic idea but it just ain't coming 😔 You're kind of like, the only Malleyuu author I know (there's def more but my memory is shit agjdhdjdhd) and am brave enough to talk to so:

Thoughts on an Enemies to Lovers Malleyuu fic/au? Any ideas on how it could go? I've been desperately wracking my brain for any fun ideas bcs it sounds like it could be really fun to think abt but it just ain't comin 😔

Every time I try to imagine it though, it has a sort of superhero/supervillain setting so that's something I guess???

Sorry for hopping into ur ask box again. Malleyuu is making me feel not normal to the point of being uncharacteristically social agsjhsjdbdj

-Matcha (twstjam)

do not apologize i very much so enjoy seeing asks!!!!

first thoughts: in an au that follows the canon setting and general plot, i can see it happening in a malleo kinda way if that makes sense? malleus is the kinda guy who immediately jumps to "i should just incinerate them :)" as an immediate solution to people who irritate him enough lol (remember twisted halloween when he was like "LILIA LET ME GO I NEED TO BURN THEM RIGHT NOW"? top ten malleus moments.)

anyways my point here is i can see it as an academic rivals kinda enemies to lovers where yuu carries the brunt of the negative vibes — at least, if this is still a scenario where mal is One Of The Top Five Mages In The World levels of powerful as he is in canon and yuu is still some kind of Relatively Powerless Person. yuu might be trying to compensate for their lack of magical ability by getting the best damn grades possible, and they feel threatened by malleus being... malleus. like, "how come YOU were born with so much magic but I'M incapable of even riding a broom? bitch." and mal has this bad habit of coming off as really smug and condescending even if he's not, so you've got this great clash between someone who's determined to hate the other person who keeps unintentionally feeding into that hate. ofc, he does find their attitude to be pretty annoying sometimes, but mainly he thinks it's rather funny and charming that they've got the guts to be so openly hostile. and they are soooo mad that he isn't taking their declaration of academic war as seriously as they are! who does he think he is?! perhaps in their quest to make him view them as a serious threat, they start spending more time with him, trying to figure out how to get under his skin, and slowly... he starts to grow on them. and he starts taking them more seriously, just not in such a hostile manner.

i could also see it with yuu being the prince/ss/x of another kingdom and they just do not vibe with malleus at first and the feelings? they are sooo mutual. but they have to interact cordially in order to not, like, pit BV and yuu's kingdom against each other. no matter how much malleus can get away with, he definitely would not be able to scrape past a scandal like "crown prince of briar valley murders heir of neighboring kingdom in a fit of rage!" and also his grandma would kick his ass for it probably. bc of their stations, they have to interact relatively regularly, and they are CONSTANTLY butting heads. it's all very artfully hidden behind backhanded compliments and flowery language but they haaaaate each other. but eventually it starts going from "I Hate You" to "I Hate Your Stupid Hot Face" to "I Hate How Much I Wanna Kiss You Right Now" and neither of them wanna admit it bc malleus is prideful and stubborn and yuu is also very stubborn. cue shenanigans.

i'm not super into superhero/villain aus (i just don't think abt them that often lol) but i can totally see that also working! it's just not my thing so i can't think of many ideas for it

#seraph speaks #anonymous #this is messy lol hope it makes sense/helps tho :0 #malleyuu

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships head empty but.. I thought it was a nice idea

(Disclaimer: idk about canon vox entirely but im writing him in Paranoid dj's version bc I fell inlove with it)

Mal was walking down the studio, given that she had just gotten out of her dressing room to end her weekly shift at the bar. Val surprisingly went easy on her, and it looked like he had important matters to take care of.

That's when she heard a sound. A sound of pain.

And lots of cursing.

"Ah, shit! Fuck.. goddamn Valentino.." the man whimpered out, and he seemed to be more in physical pain than mentally. So, Mal, being generous on a good day, went to check on the person. His voice had seemed familiar, but she just couldn't remember.

She was met by a sight of the overlord Vox, with a broken screen and pieces of it shattered on the floor.

That's when he looked up at her presence, and his pained expression had turned into a rather defensive one. A sharp glare despite the condition he was in. "Get the fuck out." He stated rather rudely.

"What happened?" Mal attempted to ask.

"None of your buisness. Get the hell out of the studio. Don't you have to get home?" Vox tried to hide himself in front of her, but it was all useless. He was seen weak to one sinner. His reputation is ruined.

Fuck you, Val..

Mal being a stubborn little firefly, ignored his wishes and bent down, picking the pieces of his screen up.

A wave of electric shock ran through her as Vox held her wrist, making her yelp and pull her hand away from his grasp. He was disgruntled, his pride and ego being crushed.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Vox says defensively.

Mal glared at him, holding her wrist as it was still fresh from that shock. "Helping you? You look troubled."

Vox turned away from her. "I don't want your help. Just leave."

"You obviously need it." Mal retorted

"No, I don't." Vox argued back.

"Yes, you do!" Mal responded.

"God fucking dammit, woman! I don't need, or want your help! And I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a little bug so don't make me have to force you out and regret this." Vox lashed out, his voice shaking, and he had been trying not to break his voice in front of her. The pain on his physical part was already too much to deal with, and Mal was being stubborn.

Mal had been silent for a while, before replying. "Clearly you're wasting your time being a dick instead of accepting an offer of help! If Val doesn't wanna see himself with broken merchandise then you best make it quick to clean yourself up and buy a new screen. That's all that's important to you, is it? And you're clearly doing it wrong, so stop trying to act so tough and chill out!"

Vox's voice quivered. "Are you saying that I'm weak?"

"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that stop trying to refuse something you obviously need! It's not like you can do jackshit about Val. You're always going to end up with a broken screen at the end of the day, with nothing but you sulking all alone. One offer of help won't take anything from you." Mal argued back, standing her ground.

Vox froze, thinking of something to say, but as he had a sharp glare in his eyes as he turned away from her once again, only one thing came out of all the thousand unsaid ones he thought of.

"..Just make it quick."

Mal's gaze softened slightly, before staring at him.

Vox groaned frustratedly. "Get on it, will you?!"

Mal scoffed. "Alright, TV man!"

His eye twitched. "The hell did you just call me?"

Mal smiled softly, stiffling a giggle. "Nothing. Now stay still.. it's gonna hurt a bit." She grabbed the tape from the side, the one he's been using to fix the broken cracks of his screen.

As she was gently putting back the pieces of his screen, Vox had been looking everywhere but her. He felt so pathetic. He felt weak.. and in front of a sinner. He can't be seen as weak.. he was THE overlord Vox. This woman was going to be the death of his reputation, and he knew he had to keep an eye on her.

He had cameras. He could do that.

"..you can't keep doing this.. you know? I think.. even the most feared overlord doesn't deserve this. No one does." Mal spoke out after minutes of silence.

"What I do is completely none of your buisness." Vox replied. "You don't get to tell me what's best for me. Why should I listen to a sinner?"

"A sinner that's not a narcissist with low self respect." Mal sassed, putting the last piece of his screen on him.

"Excuse me?" Vox sharply glared at her like she was playing a dangerous game.

"You heard me the first time. The only thing you're strong for in this relationship of yours is that you were strong enough to keep up with this. You want harsh talk, right?" Mal responded.

"Don't talk over me unless you understand, insect." Vox replied.

"The name's Mal." Mal stated, before continuing. "And you don't get to assume things without understanding my side either. Forgive me that all throughout my very sexually driven past relationship I couldn't even reach out to anyone, and I had friends. I felt trapped. I was in the exact same position as you are. I loved her, and I took it all.. I had bruises. I developed a fear of letting someone down for putting yourself first. I was degraded, she crossed so many boundaries, and yet I still stayed for that long. But you know what made me leave?"

Vox didn't say a word.

"When I realized that she wasn't the only saving grace I had in this horrible place. That I'm worth more than a sex toy she pushes around when she's not bored anymore. I had friends.. I had few people who supported me. I had a wake up call.. What made me leave was the comfort I had that with or without her, I know I'll be okay, because I'm not alone."

Vox scoffed. "Not everyone has friends."

"Not when you're an ass to every person you meet. It would take guts to befriend you." Mal joked. "Though, that doesn't mean you're worth nothing."

"This is hell. You trust no one." Vox responded in a know-it-all manner.

"Yet you trusted Valentino." Mal spat back, before getting up. "I'll be leaving. Aponi and Angel are waiting for me. Rest up for now and buy a new screen tomorrow." She grabbed her sling bag, before fleeing the studio.

Vox was left there, staring at nothingness.

Mal..

I have to have access to her somehow.

Just to see if her tongue doesn't slip and tell everyone what happened.

Little did he know, Mal was a little liar. And despite being a stubborn individual she knows how to play her cards right. Vox was still an overlord, and she was not planning on spilling everything on a random wednesday night

Still, he scurried to the monitors and hacked into every camera where she went as possible.

The new screen can wait.

Mal went to head to the apartment she shared with Aponi and Angel Dust.

As she opened the door, the two perked their heads up.

"Hey, toots!" Angel greeted. "Where ya been? We wanted to tell ya somethin'!"

"Oh, just traffic. You know how that shit is." Mal responded casually. "What's the news? Y'all castrated a dude?"

Aponi giggled, before replying. "Not really, no.." she stated. "But.. you know that hotel Angie told me few days ago?"

Mal furrowed her brows. "The has-been hotel? Yeah, why?"

"Well, we're moving there tomorrow. We were hoping you'd come as well?" Aponi responded, glancing at Angel, then back at her.

"Isn't that a hotel for.. redemption?" Mal asks, in which they both nodded.

"I.. I think I'll pass, guys. You know.. I don't think I'm up for that thing yet." Mal replied, before dropping her sling bag on the couch. "But.. I'll be visiting often, I promise."

Aponi looked at Mal sadly. She had known her story, and thought she deserved heaven.

But the thing was she hated it.

She hated heaven, and Aponi wished life had been better for her.. so she could've been up there.

"..don't you think it's worth the try, though?" Aponi asks, in attempt of getting her in the hotel.

"Nah. After the shit I pulled you think they'll let me up there? Don't think so." Mal wanted the conversation to end this instant, so she picked her bag up and went to her bedroom. "I'm tired. I'll be sleeping in now. Night, guys."

Angel and Aponi were left there outside, looking at each other.

~~~~

The hazbin hotel?

The hotel Alastor is funding?

Vox smirked to himself. Maybe she was the key for himself to see Alastor's downfall firsthand.

Oh, Mal.. you've caught my eye.

"Meet me behind the mall - Vox"

He pressed the 'send' button.

#mallory #aponi wings #staticfly #not alastor and vox using the girls for their benefit and ended up falling inlove 😭😭 #insect rizz

[liliansun]

NO WHAT ARE THOSE SPOILERS FROM THEIR STORIES 😭 MARKJOY??? Ngl jaemin is have a tuff time because it's like domesticating a wild animal with mal (god gave him and jeno the most stubborn ones), RENJUN is probably the dumbest of all of them like. How do you not see the 10/10 right in front of you. Talking about 'oh MAN it was a bad idea for you all to date' BOY focus on your own love life 🤨 and i'm just going to assume mark and joy are arguing because he's not at college anymore? LDR 😔 and PROTECTIVE HAECHAN LIKE. yeah he would be a protective and jealous bear, wbk. Smth about jeno swearing always gets to me. Like why is it so hot? And she called him NONO???? WHAT'S THE TIMELIEN ON THIS??? BC IS HE JOKING ABOUT THEM LOOKING LIKE A COUPLE???

YES,, i didn’t know exactly what anon was asking for so i did my next best thing 😭 YEAH MARKJOY IS GONNA BE SADDD. well they all are,, that’s why we’re here atp 😭 AND NO IM CRYING NOT JENO AND MAL BEING WILD ANIMALS. but real,, you right. GOD GAVE HIM THE SAME PERSON SPLIT BETWEEN HIS BEST FRIEND AND THE OTHER LOVE OFBHIS LIFE,, mal

renjun,, sigh he’s really just stupid and it’s gonna come back on him LIKE ATRUCK I TELL YOU. literally neowa is 10/10 doesn’t get better than that she’s it she’s the one he’s just blind and yeah :( and no i was giggling so stupidly making haechan’s it’s not even funny,, i’m down bad and for what? FOR WHAT. (for him)

no bc he’ll be the first one to swear without second thought,, ngl jeno swearing is just. yum AND ITS THIS TIMELINE BABE ITS GONNA HAPPEN I PROMISE (if i remember 😭 REMIND ME MY MEMORY IS SHIT NGL)

#anonymous : answered #lilac’s moots 🥳 #speak now (polaroid version) — smau

[f1-stuff]

Mal I can’t believe you like stony I trusted you sigh…

anon....why you not like stony? 🥺 ((are you a stucky shipper?)) jkjk...unless...?

If you actually wanna know tho...

...it's simply the most compelling, contrasting, fraught, potential-filled relationship ever written/depicted (i wish i was exaggerating).

I'm ngl, I typed this whole thing and then it got deleted. So I might not be able to fully do this a second time smh. But here we go.

Whenever i was bored/in the depths of my stony/marvel obsession, I would make a list in my head of all the reasons Steve and Tony were perfect for one another in case anyone disagreed with me. I don't think I can remember all the reasons, but I'm gonna do my best (this mostly addresses their MCU depictions, since that's what I know best):

Their personalities are so complementary- steve is the more heart-on-his-sleeve, honest, dependable, disciplined, noble, street-smart, but also a bit naive, idealist and tony is the cynical, issues-with-authority, arrogant, sarcastic, hard-outer-shell, booksmart, realist. They're sooo different from one another, but at their core, they both want to make the world a better place and they both place more importance on others' lives over their own, altho their motivations come from diff places. It's hard for them to see that at first though bc they're both so stubborn and judge one another on superficial things. But when they do recognize it, they have so much respect for one another.

The age difference.............is hot! And here's why: you can make a case that either of them is actually older than the other... (iykyk) Tony has been awake & aging longer, but Steve was born in the 40s so... who really knows!?

Height difference.

Sexual experience difference (tony -> playboy, steve -> virgin??)

The banter. The Banter!!!

They both have daddy issues. Shared trauma, but also separate traumas that they can help each other through

And along with the daddy thing is the fact that Steve knew Tony's father?? And that Howard helped create/provide Steve's iconic shield? It factors into the daddy issues and the assumptions they make about one another bc Steve expects Tony to be like Howard and Tony resents Steve for the way Howard idolized Steve/Cap.

Steve's shield is vibranium and Tony's arc reactor is powered by vibranium. Idk, that shit is just poetic.

"Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off, what are you?" "Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." "I know guys with none of that worth ten of you... The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play - to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you." "I think I would just cut the wire." "Always a way out. You know you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero." "A hero? Like you? You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle."

(^NO ONE riles steve or tony up more, and what is that if not sexual tension, i mean...??)

Their nickname game is so strong - Tony is always nicknaming Cap, which is a sign of affection from him (Rhodey, Pep, Happy). Also in the 616 universe, I think they called each other Winghead and Shellhead which ?!?! so cute.

There's a literal universe of comics where steve and a female version of tony/iron man are in love and get married...

"Mr. Rogers, I almost forgot - that suit did nothing for your ass."

Stony has some of the best fan fiction i've EVER read. I want some of those fics inscribed on my tombstone actually (not sorry)

Aaaaand I'm losing steam (especially after typing this a second time lmao). But all of this to say, I used to be a stucky shipper (as evidenced by my ao3 works), but then The Avengers (2012) came out and changed everything for me. There's just something about stony - the equal potential for them to destroy one another/complete one another - that is just... 🤌🏻 There's passion there.

Superhusbands!!! 😍

#WELL! #this could possibly be considered a *rant* but all my stony feels flooded back in #i was seriously immersed in marvel before i got into hockey and then f1 lmao #honestly this has me questioning Your judgment anon... #jk but also not #anon #ask #not f1 #stony

[tragedyswept]

special delivery @malcohen location: end of a NA meeting

Alina was annoyed. She was sure that it showed all throughout the NA meeting, the constant fidgeting with her fingers, the switching of the legs that she crossed - the infuriating nature of the whole whining session made her want to pick her fingernails off. The black polish remained chipped, even more so, when the hour and a half meeting was over. Despite the annoyance, despite her constant sour face and her refusal to speak during group process - she did notice he had quite a lot to say. Malcolm. Alina had been going to enough of these within the last month to have her eye go back to the man that stood there and spoke - the man with those eyes that could cut through the annoyance, the way every person in the whole damn meeting set her off. He just set her off in a different way - if that were possible. They had talked, on and off, but Alina was closed, stubborn - and she was sure he kept an eye on her too.

That night though? That night it was obvious that Alina felt a fire brewing in her - a fight to go and down a whole bottle of ice cold vodka that could be as frigid as her whole body felt at night. The kind of ice that only tragedy and haunted nightmares could succumb - and every night it was like she was searching for flames to warm herself - even if it all consumed her.

She found herself on the steps of the church afterwards, a few fellow addicts having a smoke, but she sat alone where a few were staggered around some benches. Alina always found herself alone. That was, of course, until she looked up to meet blue eyes and curly, messy hair. Taking a drag of her cigarette, she half smirked, shaking her head.

"You keeping tabs on me, blue eyes?" She called him, blowing out the smoke through her nose, a comforting, haunting feeling. A pause, as she shook her head. "I don't get it, you know. Does that kumbaya shit really do it for you in there? The talking, the sharing - it's like a fucking Disney movie in there. Don't get me wrong - it's entertaining. Losers of the world fucking reunite." She bitterly spoke, smirk still on her lips as she looked up at him, dark eyes into blue.

"You really telling me, Mal, you find that shit helpful? Because for me - makes me want to fucking set myself on fire."

#alina x malcolm #heeeeere we go 🥺💖 #I HOPE IT'S OKAY<333 #tw: addiction

[hannahhook7744]

Darcy Aoratos info/wiki;

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Name:

Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld.

Alternative name(s);

Wednesday Addams, Killer Queen, Goth Van Gogh, Obsidian, Bats, Death Breath, Ghost Queen, Ghost Queen Bee, Skully, Death Queen, Death girl, , Zombie girl, Lady of Darkness, Debbie Downer, Witch Girl, Cursed Child, Vampire girl, paint stain, Miss Spooks, Creeps, my love, my life, my Queen, Darc, DD, Dars, Doodles, Snark Queen, Sarcassa, Inky, Mistress of All Things Spooky, Cryptora, Dar Dar.

Age:

12 (d1),

13 (d2),

14 (d3).

Gender:

Female.

Disney Parent:

Hades (father),

Queen Narissa (mother).

Appearance:

Tall , pale, Curvy with waist length, ink black, wavy-curly hair with greyish-blue eyes.

Occupation: 

Student at Dragon Hall,

Princess of the Underworld,

Lady of the Underworld.

The medic of the Stormbringer.

Weapon:

Stygian iron sword,

Scythe,

Scapels.

Home:

Isle of the lost,

The Storm Bringer,

The underground of the isle.

Relatives:

Prince Edward (Maternal older stepbrother),

Melinoë, Makaria, and Mal (Paternal older half-sisters),

Zagreus, Treycor and Alex (Paternal older half-brothers),

Noah and Hadie (Paternal younger half-brothers),

Hercules (Paternal first cousin),

Megara (Paternal first cousin-in-law),

Herkie (paternal first cousin, once removed),

The Olympains(extended Parental relatives),

The De Vils (extended Paternal descendants).

Allies:

Haul Bjorgman, Uma Olympian, Uma's crew, Gil LeGume, Harry Hook, Cj Hook, Harriet Hook, Harriet Hook's crew, Cj Hook's friend group, The Badun Detective Agency, Coach Jenkins, Captain Hook, Captain Hook's crew, Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow's crew, Long John Sliver, Jake and the neverland pirates, the stabbington cousins, Mama Hook, Amira Bint Aladdin bin Cassim Al Hamed of Agrabah, Hannah Hook, Treycor Fae, Luke Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles, Skia Aoratos, Noah Aoratos, Peachy Gothel, Remi de Vil, and Princess Jamilah.

Pets:

Poe (Bat),

Spot (Cebreus).

Enemies:

Barnaby Teach, Mal (sometimes), Jay (sometimes), Carlos de vil (sometimes), Queenie Bog, Wolfrick Wolfee, Kingsley King, Gothel, Evie (sometimes), Blackbeard, Barnaby Teach's crew, Mr Deley, Frollo, Gaston, most adults on the isle, Zeus, and Queen Leah.

Personality:

Snarky, Sarcastic, Moody, seeking bored and apathetic, creative, protective, stubborn, a bit stand offish, Edgy, Intelligent, Blunt, loyal, a spiteful, doesn't care about social cues, dark sense of humor, likes fucking with people, rarely loses her temper, ambitious, playful, mischievous, cunning, level-headed, shameless, ambitious, loving, odd, loving, and sneaky.

Favorite colors:

Black,

Grey,

Sliver,

And various shades of purple.

Likes:

Heists, sharp things, skeletons, poetry, scary stories, reading, urban legends, playing cards, creepy things, spies, sailing, sword fighting, circus, fortune teller, movies, vintage things, photography, fighting, raining, pranks, magic, writing, sparring, hunting, holding seances, colorful ink, cosplay,playing games, painting, rhymes, sleeping, drawing, cryptids, and all forms of art.

Dislikes:

Betrayal, being disrespected, injustice, riddles, Luke crying, leprechauns, sunflowers, her siblings trying to kill her boyfriend lepurcans, strawberries, tasteless food, apples, bullies, her friends being hurt, people interrupting her reading time, people ruining her art, people messing with her stuff, people insulting her family and friends, being woken up, snobby people, boundary stompers, and people insulting her art.

Languages:

Latin,

Greek,

English,

French,

Scottish galiec,

Irish,

Fairy speak,

And several dead languages.

Quotes:

"Stupidity isn’t a crime, so you’re free to go."

" I’ve been called worse by better."

" Don’t you get tired of putting makeup on your two faces every morning?'

" Too bad you can’t Photoshop your ugly personality."

"Do your parents even realize they’re living proof that two wrongs don’t make a right?"

"You are so full of shit, the toilet’s jealous."

"I love what you’ve done with your hair. How do you get it to come out of the nostrils like that?"

" I thought of you today. It reminded me to take out the trash."

" I’ll never forget the first time we met. But I’ll keep trying."

"Feed your own ego. I’m busy."

" I will ignore you so hard you will start doubting your existence."

"It’s kind of hilarious watching you try to fit your entire vocabulary into one sentence."

"You should really come with a warning label."

"The people who tolerate you on a daily basis are the real heroes."

"Were you born this stupid or did you take lessons?"

"You bring everyone so much joy when you leave the room.. "

"I’d give you a nasty look but you’ve already got one."

"Your secrets are always safe with me. I never even listen when you tell me them."

"You’re the reason God created the middle finger."

Powers:

Alchemy manufacturing,

Electrokinesis,

Spell-casting,

Shape-shifting,

Power Over Ghosts,

Ghost Transformation,

Life Aura,

Sensitivity to Death,

Telepathy With The Dead,

Releasing Souls,

Summoning Deceased Souls,

Power Over the Undead,

Pain Resilience,

Fighting skills,

Summoning of creatures,

Phobikinesis,

Limited cyrokinesis,

Shadow travel,

Umbrakinesis,

Osteokenesis.

Possesions:

Paint stained Purple satchel with a bat latch on it,

Old paint brushes,

Broken crayons,

Broken pencils,

Quils,

Pens,

Various Journals,

Ouija board,

Spell book,

Crystal Ball,

Skull.

Roommate:

Skia Aoratos.

Story Book Romance:

Prince (and first mate) Lucas "Luke" Larson Tremaine-Westergaard the 3rd.

Isle wear:

Auradon Prep uniform(what they would wear):

Arriving at Auradon Prep(How they got there):

She shadow traveled after the barrier was brought down.

Bio:

Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld was born to Queen Narcissis of Andalasia and Hades, God of the underworld, on the isle of the lost. The same year that her sister, Skia, was born and a year after her brothers, Alex and Treycor, were born. 3 years after her sister Mal was born and 4 years before her younger brothers, Hadie and Noah, were born.

She grew up knowing that it was unlikely that she'd ever leave the isle and learned to mask her pain because of that knowledge. She channeled her anger and hate and resentment into witty resorts and bowed to make the best of her life. Even if she never got to leave the isle she met Luke through Skia and Hannah when she was 3, and quickly became one of his biggest defenders. Only realizing that she was in love with him when she was 10.

She gets along with her father, who she lives with, and doesn't get along with her mother at all. She is the medic of Hannah's crew and one of the best medics on the isle. Especially for her age. She doesn't care about going to Auardon or not, at all. As long as she's with her friends she doesn't care.

Live-action (fancast):

Emma Watson (Teen),

Christina Ricci (Kid).

Signature:

Triva:

Darcy likes eating brunt food.

She often sits in the dark for hours and people often don't notice her.

She likes studying conspiracy theories as well as aliens, cryptids, and unsolved mysteries.

She is a wonderful artist.

She will fight anyone who dares make any of her friends cry. Especially if the friend is Luke.

She thinks sacrifices of living things are so uncool.

She likes candles.

Her perfume smells like smoke and roses.

She uses Pumpkin and sage scented shampoo.

She knows how to ride a unicycle.

She makes for a good mime.

She's also good at skateboarding.

She collects creepy things.

She doesn't like strawberries because Luke's allergic to them and she doesn't like Leprechauns for similar reasons.

Her favorite flowers are orchids and roses.

Her favorite food is pumpkin pie.

She drinks her coffee black.

She has alot of porcelain dolls in her room.

Darcy has had a crush on Luke since they were kids.

She's a very patient person.

She's one of the few people who can remain patient with Luke.

She yells at Zeus everything lightning strikes. Luke thinks it's funny.

Darcy is a dreamer and her favorite cartoon character is Daria.

Her favorite movies are Army of the dead, Army of thieves, Dracula, and Army of Thieves.

Her favorite book is 'A Light in the attic'.

Her favorite instruments are the organ and the saxophone. Because Luke plays them.

She feeds every cat, rat, dog, and bat she sees and keeps big dogs away from Luke.

She does creepy make up tutorials online on her social medias.

She's also a weapons expert.

Darcy doesn't pull her punches. At all. Verbal or physical.

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[descendantofthesparrow]

hi rose!! I'm such a huge fan of all of your harry hook fics (because I'm such a descendants freak lmao 😭). I was wondering if you could give me any advice because I made my own descendants oc. here's some info about her :)

full name: flora flinn faciliar

age: 19 (or wtv the age rank is)

abilities & powers: dark, voodoo & death manipulation

occupation: student at auradon, she's also a physician who helps others with there problems because ever since she made it to auradon with the other vks, she learned that "kindness is key" ! ☆

home: isle of the lost (formally) , auradon (current)

significant other: jay jafar

likes: stealing, her father, her little sister, voodoo dolls, not being told what to do, being kind, hanging out with the sea 3 and the vks, jelly beans

dislikes: being told what to do, not receiving her father's attention, liars, stubborn people, not getting her way, etc.

extra info: flora isn't much of a person who trusts people. because her mother died when she was 7 she often became less trusting with other people and more distant. She always adored her father to. she'd often sneak into her after moving to auradon with the rest of the vks, she'd distance herself from the others (except for evie). fairy godmothers lessons and jays lectures always taught her that sometimes, kindness goes a long way. that took a good long effect on her and also taught her little sister, cecelia that its good to be, well, good! (she also tries to protect her sister from anything bad)

and yeah! thats it:) feel free to leave any advice or criticism <3

ello!!! and thank you so much~!! im not sure what advice i could give on ocs, yeah i make em for my fics? i kinda just-make some shit up and then kinda toss em away??? so idk if I'm a good person to ask about ocs since-well-my main oc rose sparrow, has like-nothing about her lol

but this all looks pretty good! other than maybe switch out her middle name? cuz like-F.F.F, its a lot of F names, very easily tongue twisted (unless that's on porpoise then ignore me) but Flora Flinn Facilier is just....a lot kinda, even on an island where all the kids (minus a few) names either start with the same letter or are just shortened, cuz even Mal's name isnt-Mal eficent or-Mal Menacing-its Mal bertha, there really arent rules for how middle names are? since-alot of em we don't know. we basically only know Mal's, and Ben's...oh and Audreys, which are Bertha, Florian, and Rose. Harry's is fully headcanon but widely accepted, James.

anyways, thats really the only thing i have advice on/criticism on???? otherwise great job!