#at least if dw gets the money

[noots-trash]

'why are you sulking?' my bad cgi show got money and is going to become my semi decent cgi show

[arolesbianism]

Hiiii besties I um. Rly want money. Would anyone want a tweened icon like these for like $20? I'm usually pretty fast with them so it shouldn't take longer than like a few days max

[ssaalexblake]

Does anybody want to tell the people still complaining that 13's era didn't have enough political commentary that the anti-imperialism themes, the condemnation of the treatment of refugees and immigrants, the emphasis on violence for violence's sake being bad but violence in the name of protection and self defence is acceptable and heroic (you can and Should fight back against violent colonizers), and and absolute refusal to give any ground to abusers (something the other eras were sketchy at Best over), we could talk about the environmental protection themes that appear about as subtly as a brick more than once (ideally environmental protection shouldn't be a political issue, but idk if you've watched the news lately, it is) were like. Really thematically obvious? And that if you talk about the Less obvious, it gets deeper.

We could talk about medical exploitation and the parallels of the timeless child to henrietta lacks (look her up). We could talk about the northern working class emphasis in the whole era and that its avoidance of the south is a statement in itself, from Sheffield steel to nobody having an upper class accent (sans that one time lord who ran division who had the Snootiest of snooty high class accents. Almost like they were making a Point). We could talk about how all our characters and reoccurring are working class, a bus driver, a trainee mechanic, a hotel manager etc etc, we could talk about the portrayal of actual honest modern poverty, and that it's explicitly shown that Dan Wants to work and is threatened off of the premises instead as the indictment of capitalism it is. We could talk about the very clear condemnation of tech companies taking advantage of their customers (calling fake google Vor was unacceptable tho, no defence available).

I could go on, but I'd like to drink my tea before it gets cold.

Sorry 13 didn't say the words eat the rich, but idk if you noticed, there was an actual whole episode where in the future the 1% who ruin the earth beyond repair literally get hunted and eaten by the mutated remains of the 99% whom they left to die 👍

[kitsunabi]

VINDICATION

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

how my manager expects me to react when I get a $1.01 raise for doing much more work

[the-acid-pear]

Btw if you're a fan of the movie and you saw any of my criticism OR NOT I deeply encourage you to tell me why you love this movie and maybe counterpoint my takes. I'm so into getting a new perspective thru the eyes of a lover.

That said the fact that around 8 people saw me asking if I'd watch this movie and Fargo and everyone voted Fargo (of that group, like 2 went for nope) gives me such hope about the fans in the crowd. True lulyheads knew I was gonna hate it before I knew that. Wild.

[bratscave]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 IN ANOTHER LIFE !

summary. falling in love with a old! driver, who's name was james while you were still in college was one thing — but finding out that he was wolverine after his death and meeting another version of him, was another.

includes/warnings. lots of flashbacks (sex heavely implied!!), let's just pretend he was an uber driver or smth cause miss college princess had no money for a limousine for sure :/, there will be chpt 2 dw!!

You remembered that first time like it was yesterday. It had been raining, one of those cold, relentless downpours that drenched you the moment you stepped outside. It had been your first day back at physical collage after all the online classes, all nervous, fumbling with your phone as you waited for the car to pull up.

He was intimidating, didn't utter a single thing, you quickly learned he wasn't a big fan of small talk. You had tried to make conversation, anything to fill the suffocating silence. You’d rambled on about the rain, about how much you hated storms, but Logan had only grunted in response, his gaze fixed firmly on the road. You’d thought that was his way of telling you to shut up, and for a while, you had.

But silence had always been uncomfortable to you, so you continued talking, about school, your shitty new teachers, your weekend plans. Anything that crossed your mind, really.

He had pretty hands, veiny n' all. That's what you thought when you first saw them, inappropriate thoughts to have about a man who was so much older then you. But back then, you weren't actually planning on doing anything about that small attraction.

It had been a particularly bad day — the kind where nothing seemed to go right, where you felt like the universe itself had a problem with you specifically and decided to make your life hell. You had barely held it together as you climbed into Logan’s car, your hands shaking as you fumbled with the door.

And for the first time in months, the car was quiet.

But you remembered the way he drove slower than usual, the way his eyes had softened every time they flicked to the rearview mirror. When he pulled up in front of your apartment, he had turned to face you for the first time, his voice low and gravelly: “It’s just a test, bub. You’ll be alright.”

You had always asked yourself weather he listened to your ramblings or not, the fact that he remembered that you had an exam that day, clearly proved one of your points.

It was such a simple thing to say. And if any other person would've said it, you would've given them attitude because nothing had been going alright that day and you were sure you had failed the damn thing.

But when he said it, you believed him.

“When does your shift end?”

Logan didn’t respond at first, his brow furrowing as he kept his eyes on the road. For a moment, you thought he hadn’t heard you, or maybe he was just ignoring you like he usually did when he didn’t want to answer a question.

But then, he glanced at you again, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Why?”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you pushed through, your voice softer this time. “I know a place. Quiet. You might actually like it."

For a second, you thought he was going to say no — that he was going to shut this down before it even started.

But then, he muttered a rough, “Sure,” and the air in the car shifted.

The tiny ramen shop was a street down your apartment complex, the prices were afforadable, for your college-spent wallet to afford, at least.

The familiar bell over the door chimed, and the owner — a small, elderly woman. She had made a lighthearted comment about 'you finally getting a man' and you were sure you had seen logan fight a grin.

You glanced at Logan as he sat across from you, his gaze sweeping over the modest interior. His lips quirked, just a little, at the sight of the place, like he found it amusing in a way you couldn’t quite place. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for a second, you forgot what you were going to say.

But you'd quickly gather yourself, a chuckle escaping you at his antics, "Don't give me that look. You'll like it."

You didn't talk a lot, for the first time around him, you didn't feel the need to.

When the bill came, you reached for it, but Logan’s hand shot out, his fingers brushing against yours. The brief contact sent a jolt through you, your breath catching as you looked up at him.

“I’m paying,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

You shook your head, determined. “No. I invited you. I’m paying.”

His brow furrowed, and for a moment, you thought he was going to argue. But instead, he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, giving you a look that screamed ‘you’re being ridiculous.’

“I’m not letting you pay.”

“Well, tough shit. I’m paying,” you shot back, pulling the bill toward you and slapping your card down on the table before he could react.

Logan let out a deep, frustrated sigh, but the corner of his mouth twitched, just for a second. “Stubborn as hell,” he muttered, shaking his head.

When you finally stepped outside, the cold air hit you harder this time, cutting through the warmth of the ramen still lingering in your stomach. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shivering slightly as you started walking back toward your apartment.

“I’ll walk you,” Logan said, his voice gruff as he fell into step beside you.

You shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “It’s literally down the street. I think I’ll survive.”

Logan didn’t respond. He just started walking down the street into the direction of the complex, his larger frame casting a long shadow over the pavement. You smiled though he didn't see it, in your humble opinion he was the stubborn one.

It took you all your courage to press out a, "Wanna come in?" after he walked you all they way to your door.

You had silently cursed yourself for not tidying up the space before wards, everything was just such a mess.

Shelves stacked with vinyl records lined one wall, your favorite albums mixed in with a few old books and random knick-knacks. Posters hung slightly crooked, tacked up without much care for symmetry, while polaroid pictures were scattered across the walls.

And then there were the plushies—so many plushies—bright pops of Sanrio characters peeking out from the corners of the couch, the bookshelves, even the bedroom beyond, where they seemed to be taking over your bed. A pink Cinnamoroll pillow lay tossed on the couch, its floppy ears slumping over the armrest like it was too tired to stay upright.

Logan’s eyes swept over everything, taking it in with a slow, deliberate gaze. You could see the corner of his mouth twitch again, that same almost-smile from the ramen shop, but this time it didn’t go away as quickly.

“You’ve got… a lot going on here,” he muttered, nodding toward the Sanrio plushies with a low grunt, but there was no judgment in his voice. Just something… curious.

You rolled your eyes, kicking your shoes off by the door. “I like cute stuff. Sue me.”

“Cute stuff,” he repeated, letting out a low, amused sound, but his eyes stayed on you, lingering just a little too long as you made your way to the couch.

He picked up one of the countless vinyls, carefully sorted next to a shelf, running his rough fingers over it. Something older from the 70s.

The next time you play that record, you'll think about how he kissed you on your coach a few minutes later. started of slow and tender, went all sloppy.

Maybe you’ll think about how he whispered your name, low and gravelly, like it was the only thing grounding him. Or the way his lips found your shoulder, kissing a line down your collarbone as he leaned you back against the cushions, his body hovering over yours, every inch of him pressing into you until you could barely think straight.

You’ll remember how his weight felt on top of you — solid, real.

“Christ,” he’d muttered against your throat, his breath hot, rough as he began moving. You highly doubted he believed in christianity or any religion at that, but the way he treated your body; felt like he was starting to believe in a new one, worshipping and all.

You had talked a lot that night, a few more hours, before you both fell asleep on same coach. It was the first time you heard multiple sentences beside just grunts and nods, from him.

If you only knew just how fast he'd leave you.

[suiana]

I need a yan sugar daddy, 😞

yan sugar daddy who spoils you with anything and everything you want. he's rich so it doesn't matter how much you spend. in fact he'll even encourage you to spend more money. something as sweet as you deserves only the best after all.

he's also a little bit older and experienced in more ways than one so when he comes for his reward at least you'll be sure to have a fun time :3

yan sugar daddy who likes to wear matching outfits with you. he finds it super adorable n it's also a way to show everyone that you belong to him just as he belongs to you!

but bae where's the yan???

dw he's most definitely a yan with how he pays people to get rid of nuisances. in fact he'll even do it right in front of you to show you that he's serious. don't mess with him, you belonged to him the moment you became his sugar baby <3

[chocoqtelle]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝﹕𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 ♡

you may be called to multiple piles, that's perfectly fine ! remember that not every message may resonate. take what resonates and leave the rest. tarot is not completely certain and things may change. do not use tarot as a replacement for professional advice. divider credit to @sister-lucifer

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵ ﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄

okayyyy 🤭 seems like someone's self focused right now. you're dodging these desperate mfs and focusing on your finances. you oughta give yourself more credit for that at least. choosing attention from yourself over attention from others is rough. and it's clearly paying off because you are GLOWING. if you've been getting more attention that's why. you're looking better than ever right now. you don't need anyone to take care of you... but if you want that then there's plenty of options. you don't even have to put effort in. it's all self concept. as long as you acknowledge how perfect you are and what you deserve, you'll get exactly that. you've been working hard, clearing out old patterns, all that. so why would you be shocked that things are going well/going to go well? you deserve that! you worked your ass off to get to this point and you act like you didn't sometimes. whatever help you may have got wasn't near as much as you put into yourself. reap your rewards with no shame. this is your well deserved prize.

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎

"i don't know if i want her or her" energy. you got options for just about everything. you're in that empress mode (regardless of gender dw.) you're pouring into your creative talents and you're doing great. keep expressing yourself, don't worry about what's weird! it's fun! that's what matters. you could have some annoying exes/haters and honestly just take it as an ego boost. they're obsessed with you for a reason. but isn't everyone? you don't have to worry about anyone. grabbing for scraps of stardust when you're the star is the life they chose. you, however, have an unlimited source and you should enjoy it. if you're thinking of going bigger with your creative talents/career. you definitely should. you have the talent whether you wanna admit it or not. "what if I fail?" then you can try again or move on. your life won't be over. what if you win? believe in yourself more. believe you'll make it regardless of what happens. if you're worried about money, let it go. god/the universe/spirit guides/ancestors/whatever applies will take care of it. just trust things will work and opportunities will reach you soon. you could have that perfect duality too is what I'm hearing. geek girl vibes (it's on Netflix still, I think.)

𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

the body is BODYINGGGGG. if you don't know that, you must be blind. and don't start talking about some "but hip dips 😖 but tummy but-" nobody in real life cares about that. if it's your body, it's nice and loveable by default. you're like the "airport girl" phenomenon where people see the prettiest person ever at a random place then never see them again and they're just haunted by their beauty. you're probably resting right now but make sure you're not rotting. it's good to still take care of yourself. I don't know if you're insecure or not, but if you are I will personally come through the screen and yell at you (affectionately.) because you are so gorgeous. pinterest level pretty. moodboard pretty. poetry pretty. you could have people writing like "her bosoms jiggled gracefully in the wind like hanging grapes." 😭 being pretty is one thing but being kindhearted on top is just extra. sweet and pretty??? fine you win 😒 save some beauty for the rest of us. you could also be an Aphrodite devotee or benefit from reaching out to her :)

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

[lowkeyremi]

LITTLE THINGS HE DOES atsumu x fem!reader

note: my tsumu fever is coming back jeez

content: fluff, established relationship, hcs + drabbles (divider)

Boyfriend!Atsumu who feels like he's coming on too strong in the beginning of your relationship.

"Shit, 'Samu. I don't know what to do, I wanna ask her to stay the night but that might be too much, right?" Osamu, who has heard his brother complain a million times just sighs, "Just ask her ya bonehead. Ya'll never know unless ya ask." Atsumu groans, throwing a tantrum in his apartment because he's unsure of what to do.

Boyfriend!Atsumu would pretend he didn't know you in public to save himself from being teased by others. (it's what he did in his last couple of relationships)

"Hey, 'Tsumu. We still on for dinner at your brother's?" You'd ask, looking super pretty in that hoodie he bought for you. "What..? Do I er- know ya?" His friends all start laughing, which was embarrassing to say the least. When he called you to apologize you blew him off with, "Do I know you?" (Dw! he never did that again. It might've been alright with his past gfs but not with you.)

Boyfriend!Atsumu who absolutely LOVES buying you stuff. There doesn't have to be a reason, he just likes spending his money on you.

Your legs were in his lap while he unconsciously massaged your feet. You're working on a paper that's due in a few days and Atsumu out of boredom watches you type whatever you're talking about in your paper. He thinks it's cute, everything you do is cute.

"How long have you had that thing for?" It takes you a second to realize he's talking about the laptop you saved up to buy for yourself, senior year of high school.

"Hmm, I've had it since senior year of high school so maybe 3 or 4 years?" He hums in delight at your response, "Let me buy ya a new one baby, it'll be better than that old thing."

"A four year computer is fairly young and I worked hard to buy this one! Don't shame my baby." It's adorable how offended you get unintentionally. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee."

Two days later your friend is commenting on your new laptop during a lecture.

Boyfriend!Atsumu steals kisses ALL the time. He loves you so so so much! If you say no to kisses he'll get one anyway.

Atsumu's hands are wrapped around your waist, his front meets your back. "Atsu, I already told you when I finish cooking you can kiss me all you want. I don't want either of us to get hurt." Did I mention you're cutting up veggies?

A guttural whine leaves his throat. You can feel the vibrations of it on your back. "Atsumu."

Before you can even process what happens, Atsumu quickly pecks your cheek. It's not your lips like he wanted but it will do for now.

Boyfriend!Atsumu who loves talking about how big and strong he is (to make you swoon of course).

"Hey babe, just got back from the gym, notice anything different?" Nothing particularly looks different about him, but you risk him pouting if you say the wrong thing.

"I don't know, Tsum Tsum. Tell me." His frown is almost immediate. He looks like a kicked puppy and honestly you don't feel too bad. He's likely exaggerating as per usual.

"I worked on my legs today for ya. Know you love my thighs." His thighs look the exact same as they had when he left for the gym but you don't tell him that because he'd get whiny.

"Look at you, gosh you're built." Hopefully it doesn't sound too fake and he buys it.

"Ya think so?" He says with a chuckle. Checkmate.

Boyfriend!Atsumu who steals your t-shirts and underwear because "ya steal my stuff why can't i steal yers?" and "it's for me to smell when i miss ya."

"Atsumu.. where is my favorite t-shirt!?" Your favorite (singer/band) is doing a meet and greet today and you wanted to show your love by wearing their merch, which you can't seem to find.

"I dunno baby, s'probably at my place. S'the one ya wear all the time so it smells like ya the most." He shrugs as if this were not that big of a deal.

"Tsumu! Go get it!!! I'm going to that meet and greet I was telling you about today!"

Husband!Atsumu who LOVES to tell people how you two got married.

"Yeah, and I got down on one knee for her and she was like 'Tsumu is this a prank?' she was leanin' back too far into the fountain she was sittin' on and fell in!" Bokuto absolutely looses his shit. He doubled over laughing, alongside Hinata.

"It's not that funny." You grumble, sitting next to Atsumu's best friend teammate, Sakusa.

"He tells that story to those two anytime he gets the chance too. I'm surprised they still find it funny after the 1 millionth time hearing it." Sakusa agrees, his arms folded up and his eyebrows furrowed. You're sure he's scowling under the mask.

"Yeah, welp. That's my husband I suppose."

"He sure is." Sakusa implies the way Atsumu is always talking about you.

"Well my wife.."

"Let me see if my wife wants to come."

"I'm heading home! Gotta go see my wife!"

"Now if it were me and my wife.."

(WE GET IT YOU LOVE HER!!!!!)

note: just a little something to feed y'all until i finish my gojo project. love you guys XOXO (XO until we OD)

[sulumuns-dootah]

Getting comforted when they find you having a breakdown in the shower

A/N: I'm once again writing something self-indulgent based off something inspired by real events (I'm fine now, dw) ^^

Alsoo(!) next post is gonna be another batch of memes ^^

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Satan, Paimon, Ppyong, Foras, Beelzebub, Gusion, Beleth, Morax

    ༺☆༻

The water has long gone cold by now, wanting to pay no attention to it, but the foresight of your water bill forcing you to turn it off. You're sobbing, sitting in the bathtub of the bath-shower combo, clutching your knees to your chest. As you're taking another shaky breath, a loud banging on the door fails to startle you.

“Y/N, you in there?! Answer me or I'm breaking down this door!” a deep voice booms from the other side. You don't doubt his threats and the thought that instead of bill for water, you'd be spending money on a new door is not much help for your situation right now and so you answer in a low voice: “I'm here.”

Just wanting to make him leave so you can collect yourself at your own pace without having to snap back into your usual personality, you take deep breaths so you can calm down a little bit and sound normal if he ask something more.

Instead, Satan commands you: “Unlock this fucking door.” His tone is stern, but not as angry, like initially. You don't want to move any more than extremely necessary, so you just respond: “If you turn the bolt under the handle up, it'll unlock.” There are few seconds filled with sounds of scratching at the door handle and Satan's low mumbling, followed by a freezing breeze, indicating that the door is wide open.

Looking to your left, in the dim light of fairy lights, there's a faint silhouette of a short demon, whose horns are sticking up, over the shower curtain. The tiny room and your position closely to the ground make him seem bigger than he really is.

The shower curtain is roughly pulled aside, revealing him fully. His expression is tense, just like when he's grinding his teeth, but he's not doing that currently.

Upon seeing your form, Satan huffs and quickly unzips his overall and sheds it, kicking it aside. Once his shoes have followed suit, Satan situates himself in the bathtub behind you, spreading his legs on each side of you. Two muscly arms wrap around your whole form and pull him more close to him.

The angry demon then proceeds to gently rock the both of you from side to side while whispering reassurances into your ear, making you feel safe for the time being.

    ༺☆༻

“Y/N~? Where are you?” a melodic voice chimes from somewhere in your house and you internally groan. You love Paimon to bits, but please, not right now. Now is the worst moment for that cheery attitude of theirs.

“Are you in hereee?” the cheery demon lightly taps on the wooden door to the bathroom, you're hiding in. 'Maybe if I'm quiet, he'll think I'm not home and just leave' comes to your mind. Well it's worth the shot. Or at least would be, if Paimon didn't know how to unlock every door in your house. The now amplified clacks of their heels on the tile make you more and more exhausted, as if your body only now realised how late in the night it is.

Soon enough, the colorful demon is peering down at you, after having slid the shower curtain aside. Their usual happy expression quickly turns into that adorable pout they so rarely wear. “Y/N~? Are you okaaay?”

It's impossible to lie them straight in the eye. “I'm not.” are the only words you manage to muster out before tears flood your eyes again. “Nooo~, Y/N don't cryyy!” Paimon quickly kicks off his shoes and steps into the bathtub with you, sitting down opposite of you with their legs crossed, completely disregarding the fact that the tub is still wet.

You shake your head, trying to chase the tears away. Paimon's hands gently grab your face and you're forced to look into those beautiful eyes of his as their thumbs wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes.

They slowly pull you closer so they can plant a kiss on your forehead, the bridge of your nose, and finally, the tip of your nose. You can't help but smile a bit. Their cheery energy seems to be gently helping to lift up all the gloom.

“ Y/N~, tell meee... why are you cryyyinggg?” they pout again with their face close to yours, still not fully withdrawn from kissing down your nose.

“I-It's nothing, really...” you don't want to burden them with your temporary moments of feeling like you have no control over your own life. You'd feel selfish for dumping all your worries on someone who seems so carefree.

“Well then maybeee, we could do something more fun~? Like paint our naaails, ooor facemasksss~?” they start trying to find something to help you get your mind off those gloomy thoughts and bring some more happiness in.

    ༺☆༻

You've been crying for a good while now, but all of a sudden the tears seem to be hard to get out. Like someone's watching you. But that's nonsense. Your playlist stopped playing about 15 minutes ago and the place where you live is so quiet at night, you'd hear if anyone broke in or even walked around. With a slight shake of your head you dismissed the thought that it's just the innate urge to perform even while completely alone. Maybe you should just get up now and distract yourself with something before going to sleep.

That was until you lifted your head and noticed a certain little lump looking over at you from the cabinet above your head – Ppyong. He looked worried, but also like he's on some important mission.

“The hell, Ppyong? How long have you been there?” you call out at him, slightly annoyed. So that's why you couldn't cry anymore.

“Just a while. The angel attacks aren't as bad, so Majesty Satan allowed me to visit you tonight, aye!” he seemed to get happier, but then his face fell once again,”And then when I couldn't find you anywhere I saw that your bathroom door was locked, so I figured you'd be there, aye! But you were being too quiet so I slid in to see if you're okay.”

“Aw, Ppyong...” you exclaim, absorbing what the little lump just told you, “but why didn't you say something?”

“His Majesty Satan sometimes gets like this too and if anyone disturbs him, he gets very irritated, aye! So I just stood guard, making sure nothing happens to you while you're in such delicate state, aye!” the little red demon flies down to your level, all worries seemingly gone and instead replaced with courage of a knight.

“Aw, that's so very considerate of you, Ppyong!” you can't help but smile. He's too adorable and he meant well. Ppyong's face also seems to light up as well.

“Ugh, okay, let me get out of here and I might find something for you in the fridge.” you start getting out of the bathtub, knowing fully well that you have a whole unopened box of chocolate truffles, that you're happy you've held off on opening.

    ༺☆༻

You're shivering out of nowhere, despite just before your breakdown having taken a steaming shower and the steam filling up the small room shouldn't have escaped this soon. The only time you feel this type of shiver is when you're showering with one of your favorite demons. Wait, maybe..? But if one of them was here, you'd see some sort of silhouette behind the shower curtain. Unless..? Your eyes widen at the sudden realisation, that there's only one demon you know that has the ability to be unseen.

“It's kinda rude to observe people in the shower without them knowing, you know?” you say with irritation lacing your words.

“I-I'm terribly sorry, miss Y/N. I was tasked to check up on you and found you like this. I wasn't sure what to do. I should've announced myself. Please excuse my mistake and overstep of your boundaries.” a silhouette forms on the other side of shower curtain. You can barely make out that Foras' head is bowed down in honest revernce.

“Oh, okay then.” you accept his apology, not in the mood for empty pleasantries.

“If I may inquire, would you kindly share with me what has gotten you into such state?” you can hear the genuine worry and interest in his voice. He wants to help if he's able to.

“Foras, it's nothing and a lot at the same time. Are you sure you want to know? It's kinda a heavy subject.” you ponder if you really want to share all your worries and anxieties with someone. Talking about them feels like letting them win, afterall. As long as they're contained purely in your mind, they can be pushed to the back and ignored, but by voicing them feels like giving them more power.

“Please share. I'm all ears. A problem shared is problem halved.” you can hear the tall demon shift from standing to kneeling on the floor right next to you, the shower curtain being the only divide between the two of you.

    ༺☆༻

The room is quiet save for the soft sound of water dripping from the faucet in front of you. Until it becomes accompanied by the unmistakeably annoying high-pitched buzzing sound of a fly. For a normal person it would mean that their bathroom isn't as well sealed, but you instantly knew that it's not just any normal fly.

The annoying buzzing finally stops when the insect lands right in the bathtub in front of you after having flown multiple circles above your head, as if announcing itself to you. It doesn't stay there for very long though. You're quick to scare it away with your hand since you're not in the mood for Beelzebub's shenanigans right now. Thinking you're alone again, you sigh and close your eyes, resting your head on your knees.

The comfort of being alone doesn't last for long, though. As soon as you're unable to hear the flight of your insect intruder, a strong presence makes itself known behind your back. You don't need to look around to know that it's The Lord of Flies himself.

A slender, tan finger pokes your cheek, but you ignore it. Normally it would maybe make you smile, but not now. Beelzebub lets out a little curious hum and proceeds to poke your cheek few more times. Still finding you unresponsive to his annoying behavior.

“Aw, you're no fun, Y/N! I take the time out of my day to come see you and this is how you are?” a low voice playfully scolds you over your shoulder. Somehow, even with closed eyes you know he's sporting his significant smirk.

“I'm not fun today, Beel. You might as well go do your work instead being here.” you say while turning your head to the other side - away from him, still resting it on your knees with eyes closed. The way he's still so cheerful makes you start feeling slightly angry.

“Hmm... Nah. Id' much rather spend time with you even if you're not fun. At least it's a good excuse for me.” he chuckles and leans over your other shoulder. You're clearly showing multiple cues that you'd prefer to be alone right now, but he chooses to overlook them.

“Cool. Thanks for your support in these hard time, I guess.” you say with an overly sarcastic tone. Seriously, can this guy take a hint?

“Oh, c'mon, don't be like that! Here -” Beelzebub's two strong arms pick you up like nothing and make you lay on his chest, holding you there so you can't escape, “that's better. Now, tell me all that's making you so cranky today, hm?”

    ༺☆༻

You phone has stopped ringing for the third time now. Each of those times you had no energy to even get up and decline the call. It's really late at night, so you can use the excuse that you're just sleeping.

Suddenly there are some pointed knocks at the bathroom door. They sound so forceful and you know exactly who is on the other side of the door.

“Hey, you've been in there for a long time now. You okay in there?” the tired voice of none other than Gusion sounds off.

“Y-yeah, everything's fine...” you try to sound as okay as possible, but the 'fine' comes out more as a loud whisper. Still, the last thing you want is to add another thing to Gusion to worry about.

There's a short quiet pause, making you think he did leave you alone, but instead a swift draft of chilling air finds your trembling figure followed by a quiet thud of a door being closed. The presence of the smartest demon fills the room.

Soon enough the shower curtain is partially pushed away in front of you. Gusion sits on the exposed part of bathtub's edge and peers down at you with compassion in his very tired eyes.

“So, what is going on?” a simple question prompts you to bite your lip and shake your head to stop the tears filling your eyes.

“Hey, hey... Focus on me, okay? Whatever it is, you're strong enough to fight it. It won't win. Even if it's a bit of struggle, you'll crush it, okay?” a gentle hand pushes a wet strand from your face and travels under your chin to lift it up to meet his soft gaze.

“Gus-... I... Am I unlovable?” more eyes spill from your eyes as you search for an answer in his expression.

Gusion's expression turns to one of surprise and worry: “What? Absolutely not. Don't you see all the people and demons around you who adore you?”

“I mean, yeah, but in the grand scheme of things, it's like I can't have anything nice for too long and most people just eventually leave.” you can't contain your tears anymore and your vision gets so blurry, you can't even identify his features in the dimly lit room as his dark hair and clothes become part of the darkness.

“Oh stop saying dumb shit like that and come here.” Gusion's expression is back to his usual as far as you can tell as he simply reaches out for you in the bath and manoeuvres you into his lap, pulling you into a very tight hug.

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You've been sitting in the tub for quite some time and the cold is starting to envelope you when the sound of heavy footsteps in your hallway startles you. Yet, in the state that you're in and slowly getting paralysed by the cold, you wouldn't mind at all if someone actually invaded your house. But it's probably one of your demons, who will see that you're not home and go back to Hell. Hopefully.

The footsteps stop in front of the door to your bathroom and then the door flies open as if it wasn't locked in the first place. That's gonna be fun to replace tommorrow.

Just as you're about to turn to your side and give your intruder a piece of your mind, the shower curtain is yanked away to reveal Beleth with a tense expression on his face. It's quiet and still as he takes a drag of his cigarette, analysing the situation. As the cloud of smoke dissipates in the air, the fallen angle drops his blazer on the ground. In a second a towel is placed around your shoulders and you're being carried to your bedroom.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you squeak as you're being set, now dried off, on your bed. The way he handles you feels like you weigh next to nothing.

“Takin' care of ya.” he shrugs and looks around for some piece for clothing for you to put on. The way he dresses you in the oversized t-shirt he found, seems like he does it almost every day. But you suppose that might be because he does similar things while serving Belphegor.

“But-” you're interrupted from your protest by a light slap on your bare ass, “No complainin'.” Blinking away the surprise makes the next few seconds seem like a series of photos telling a story of Beleth picking you back up and laying in your bed, setting you cuddled up next to him.

“So... How 'bout ya tell me 'bout what's worryin' ya pretty lil head?” he lowly purrs when the blanket is pulled over the two of you as he's pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

    ༺☆༻

“Y/N, is everything okay in there?” a gentle voice calls onto you from behind the locked doors.

You don't answer. You can't answer and even if you tried to assure Morax that you're okay, your voice would betray you. It would surely sound tired and strained from all those silent screams you've let out.

The door opens despite being locked. At least Morax is considerate enough to use magic and not tear through like others would. The sound of soft steps and rustling fabric indicate that the bandaged demon walked in and knelt next to the bathtub. The shower curtain complains a bit as he tries to move the plastic away, but not tugging enough to make the rings fully slide away.

A red-haired bandaged head peeks in to fill in the opening. A kind, pink eye scans over your whole form, looking for any sign of harm that would've caused your silence. You seem to be in good shape. At least physically, that is. Your glassy, puffy eyes tell a different story about your mental state, however. At this moment Morax wishes that Buer - his mental wellness colleague was with him.

“Y/N.” he decides to softly say your name to try and get your attention. It's rare for him to be worried for others, unlike others worrying for him.

Just now you realise, that you're shivering, but thanks to the shower curtain not being fully pulled away, there's still some heat trapped in the shower. You finally look at Morax with your eyes still watery and ready to cry more.

“Morax, I-” your sentence is interrupted by the very same demon reaching above you and wrapping a towel around you like a blanket. As skinny as the healing demon looks, he's able to get up and lift you out of the bathtub while pushing the curtain fully way to sit you on the edge of the tub, kneeling down in front of you again. His hand comes up to your face to move away any wet strands of your hair from your face that have fallen there and stroke your cheek with his thumb.

Meeting your gaze, he slowly gets up and sits next to you as one of his hands comes around your side to pull you into his chest in an embrace.

[marlenesluv]

Lovers to Strangers to Friends. (CL)

summary: Y/n and Charles have been an iconic paddock couple since 2019, everyone loves them, but what happens when a rumor spreads that Y/n is cheating? (ends in friendship, dw)

note: pls note that this smau does not end with y/n being with charles or any driver, it’s only angst lol

fc: greta gabriella kazaren

warnings: angst, cussing

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

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twitter:

F1 Drama Blog @f1dramaa1 • 2hrs ago

This morning, we have some big F1 Wag need to cover for you guys. Let’s do some background for new fans here: Y/n Y/l/n and Charles Leclerc have been dating since 2019, that’s 4 years! Fans love them, they love how they bring out the best in each other and how Y/n always goes to races and is so kind with the fans! But we have bad news….

Last night, Y/n was seen in New York with none other than Jacob Elordi. We might have glossed over this, but she missed the Monaco Grand Prix to be with Jacob?? And, she wasn’t wearing the iconic necklace that Charles got her, one that she has said, “I will never take this off!”

Let’s not even get into how Y/n didn’t go to the last two Leclerc dinners…. things are suspicious, possibly cheating?

Comments have been turned off for respect of privacy for Charles! Please refrain from gossiping unless you know facts!

*comments have been disabled*

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“Charles, you have got be joking?!” you said, following Charles out of his bedroom and to the living room as he had all of your bags packed when you got back to his house from New York.

“I’m not joking, Y/n. Get out. I cant do this.” he shook his head, your eyes filling with tears.

You knew that going to see Jacob last minute wasn’t the best idea, but you were there in order to plan a surprise for Charles, running into Jacob at the store was truly random. You weren’t a cheater either, in your last relationships, actually, you were the one being cheated on.

“You’re breaking up with me because of what Twitter says? This is ridiculous, Cha-“

“You don’t get to tell me what’s ridiculous. I mean, it makes sense! The random phone calls that you wont tell me who they are with? Leaving Monaco to go to New York randomly, also not telling me why. The last two family dinners?” Charles was mad, beyond mad, but he really didn’t need to be.

“The dinners? Oh, fuck you. You knows why I missed those. You seriously think that I can just call off work whenever you want me to? My work is unpredictable, I work late sometimes, I have clients that need things when they text or call, that’s how I get paid!”

“I could just pay for you-“

“No. No, no, no. You know this has been my dream job since I was little. Its not even about the money, it’s about me doing something I love. And you can’t support that. I have supported you during every race, Charles. I have always cancelled my plans to go to your races, yet you never even visit me at work! You wanna talk about our ‘issues’? Okay, here’s one: Why don’t you let me ever explain something before you get mad. Or, the fact that you think the world revolves around you? Or-“ he cut you off with a scoff.

You stared at him and grabbed your bags, “Fine, you want to just throw four years away over a fucking rumor, cool with me. Should have seen this coming.” You slammed his door and cried down the elevator to your car. This sucked, but at least you had a clean conscious since you did nothing wrong.

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y/n.user: moved in with my bsf this week! spain is beautiful ❤️‍🔥🇪🇸

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isahernaez: 🇪🇸❤️‍🔥

*liked by creator*

fpforcha: oh good, the cheater left

↳ f1fp8: right, cause we know for a fact that she did?

f1wags: aw :( even if she is now considered an ex wag, i will still love her posts. hope her and isa have fun

carmenmmundt: stunninggg!!! so happy you’re with isa, you guys will have sm fun

francisca.cgomes: pretty girls!!

user3: hate to see them broken up, but she is glowing

lewishamilton: have fun in spain!! 🇪🇸

↳ y/n.user: thank you lewis!

brocedes4: lewis picked his side of this divorce fr

f1gal9: i love how i came with carlos and charles, but i’m staying with isa and y/n

exwagsf1page: soo, do i start posting y/n now…

*liked by creator*

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charles’ instagram story:

seen by: arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55, and 1,262,023 others

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your instagram story:

seen by: charles_leclerc, kellypiquet, and 587,017 others

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text messages with charles:

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liked by: lailahasanovic, logansargeant, and 538,119 others

tagged: isahernaez and aricason

y/n.user: protecting my peace with my girls, puzzles, and wine 🎀

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user2: awe, we all love you sm!! so glad you spoke out about the rumors

isahernaez: best trio of the decade

↳ aricason: century

↳ y/n.user: that ever existed

*liked by isahernaez and aricason*

logansargeant: miss doing puzzles together, glad you’re doing well in spain!

↳ y/n.user: come to spain!! i miss you and the puzzles

lsediits: logan + y/n still being friends is iconic

user6: ex wags are the bestttt, they slay (so do current ones dgmw)

f1fp81: angellllllll

lilymhe: miss you, pretty

↳ y/n.user: i miss you too!

user3: red wine >

y/nfp1: charles really dropped the ball with y/n

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“Isa! Oh my god, you spilt the marinara-“ you laughed, gripping the island as Isa stared at the floor where she had just dropped the dish that was holding said marinara.

As Isa ran to the counter to grab paper towel, you took a picture of the pile of red sauce, still laughing as Isa ripped some paper towel off the roll.

Living with Isa was a blessing in disguise. The breakup was difficult, yes, and you’re sure it sucked for Charles as well, but now you were happier than you ever were.

You loved Charles, really, you did, but his constant lack of enthusiasm and support for your job was horrible. Being there for him all the time was never a question, sure, it was draining trying to make flights right after work, but you wanted to be there for him. But he was never there for you.

Moving in with Isa made you realize, fully, how much more you deserve. When you explained, in full detail, about how Charles’ behavior and the breakup, she was fuming. Cussing in spanish as she stomped around the house.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Isa said, as she continued to laugh and wipe up her mess, you joined her to clean as well.

“Sorry sorry. Be careful of the glass. I’ll grab the broom.” you got up, jogging over to the cleaning closet and grabbed the broom and pan, going back and cleaning up the glass.

Living with Isa was also messy, and chaotic, but you really wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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charles_leclerc: 📸

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f1wags: hmph 😒

cl16: photographer charles!

arthur_leclerc: ❤️

user7: okk…..

y/nsfp7: missing him and y/n together, but she’s better off

lorenzotl: photographer, pianist, and f1 driver

*liked by charles_leclerc*

ferrarifriends: love these pictures!

user3: ferrari men 🤝 being the biggest red flags 🚩

exwagsf1: miss y/n in these photos, but she seems happier, idkk

boomvroom11: these pictures are so cool!!!

joris_trouche: hes the photo man

*liked by charles_leclerc*

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text messages with charles:

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F1 News Article on Google:

Good Morning, Formula 1 Fans! Today, we have some coverage on Ex-Wag, Y/n Y/l/n, and F1 Driver, Charles Leclerc. If you are not interested in the Wag+Driver world, I would skip this article. Now, let’s debrief!

Charles and Y/n broke up about two months ago, both of them posted on their Instagram stories. Now, they still follow each other on Instagram, Twitter, and Tik Tok, so we know they have public ally remained friendly.

Yesterday, multiple fans have spotted and taken pictures of the broken up couple hanging out with Isa Hernáez, ex of Carlos Sainz, and Joris Trouche, friends with Charles and Y/n.

They were seen getting coffee at a local Madrid Cafe, then some shopping, and all seen getting in Charles’ Ferrari, Y/n in the passenger with Charles driving, Isa and Joris in the back.

We do not think this means the two will get back together, but seeing them as friends makes us all very happy, I’m sure.

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tagged: isahernaez, charles_leclerc, joris_trouche

y/n.user: double date night (me+isa and joris+cha)

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f1wags: isa and y/n=power couple (deadass)

charles_leclerc: had so much fun!!

↳ joris_trouche: i did too!!

↳ isahernaez: cutest couple ever the two of you!

↳ charles_leclerc: 😒

↳ y/n.user: so true, isa!!!

user3: this actually healed my heart :’)

ferraripics7: loveeee thissssss

dr3edits: i thought they broke up!?

↳ f1wags: they did!! they are friends tho!

↳ dr3edits: ohh ok ty!

lilymhe: cutest

↳ y/n.user: you are

user8: logan rn: 🧍

↳ f1fans: her and logan hung out a few weeks ago and did a live stream on insta LOL

y/nfp123: ICONNNNN

user1: so glad they are friends now!!

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[ssaalexblake]

with the immediate ‘he’s 14 because he’s a different doctor’ press post potd to the more recent random reviewer (?) saying it was like 10 never left or whatever it was he said exactly, i only skimmed, i’m genuinely wondering if they did this Just so big finish could continue on making 10th doctor audios on a technicality that 10 isn’t in the show rn so it’s allowed!’ because they’re not allowed to use current tv characters in audios, according to tumblr. 

i can’t decide if this one is off the rails cynicism or just the right amount of cynicism bc literally what else was the point of making it a whole new regeneration (if) it’s true and it’s basically the same person Other than something stupid and cash grabbing like this. This isn’t even annoyance, I just cannot fathom the decision making going on here and i’m trying to work it out while my brain whirrs like a hamster in a wheel. 

[baileypie-writes]

Please, I need more Veneer or Velvet x Reader fluff, I'm sorry I knoe I'm not specific about anything I'm just very brainrot by both of them 😭

You can ignore this if you want dw 🫂

A/N ~ Sure! I decided to do headcanons of the both of them(separately). I hope you like it!

~Fluffy Velvet and Veneer Headcanons~

Velvet x Reader, Veneer x Reader(separately)

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

~Velvet~

~ This girl isn’t very affectionate. So most of the hugging and kissing will be done by you. She may act like it annoys her, but she likes it. She even secretly craves it.

~ Velvet’s love languages are words of affirmation(receiving) and gifts(receiving and giving). Please tell her that you love her and that you’re proud of her. It will make her day. She lives for any kind of praise.

~ She loves gifts. Even though she has lots of money and things already, getting things just hits different for her when she didn’t buy it herself. She keeps anything you give her on a special shelf in her room. She also gives you gifts sometimes. Most of the things she gives you are expensive, like designer clothes or the latest phone model. She likes the look on your face when she gifts them to you, and of course the thanks you give her.

~ Velvet will defend you with her life. If somebody ever wrongs you, they’re banned from all her shows. If it’s somebody on the internet, she’s fully prepared to send her fans after them. She’ll then do her best to make you forget about the person completely. She says things like: “They don’t know what they’re talking about. They clearly don’t know you at all, otherwise they’d know better.” and “Just forget about them. Idiots like them are a waste of time.”

~ She likes doing your hair. Her hair styling skills are amazing, so it always comes out great. Sometimes, she uses you to test out styles she might do on herself.

~Veneer~

~ Oh, goodness. Veneer is clingy. He doesn’t get a lot of attention from his parents or Velvet, so you’re his only source of it. He needs it to survive. But he’ll be happy to give some affection back! In fact, he’s very affectionate. He gives the best hugs and kisses!

~ Veneer’s very caring. He always makes sure you’re feeling okay both physically and mentally. If he senses that you may be the tiniest bit not okay, he’ll drop everything to be with you.

~ He’s a cuddler. He loves cuddles, he can’t get enough of them. If you two are ever just chilling alone, every time he ends up wrapping his arms and legs around you in a hug. And he will not let go for at least an hour.

~ Veneer spoils you so much. He probably buys more things for you than for himself. When you told him that you’re running out of room because of all the stuff he gives you, he seriously offered to buy you another house. There’s no way to stop the spoiling. Just bear with it.

~ He may not be able to stand up to Velvet for himself, but he won’t hesitate to stand up for you. Nobody, not even his sister, is allowed to be rude to you.

~ Veneer’s really good at comforting. It breaks his heart when you’re upset, so he uses everything in his power to make you happy again. He’ll talk to you, telling you that everything’s gonna be okay. Within a few minutes, you won’t even remember what you were sad about.

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~~baileypie-writes

[1-900-venusluvs]

I adore you, I swear.

🍃! Plug! Miguel O'Hara x reader !🍃

A/n: I got an ask about a plug Miguel x reader but my laptop crashed and I lost the ask. I'm so sorry stinky butt but here it is 🤞🙁, but dw this is only part one the next part is smut🙏. btw credits to JesGreenEight on Deviant art for the banner! ngl it might be short.

cw: miggy fw's u heavily 😼, reader's kinda like shy when they around him, weed, a cheesy porn plot boo me all y'all want!!

You needed to get some weed from none other than your dealer Miguel O'Hara. There was no problem having a favorite client but you were different. With your timid voice and shy actions, you had him swooning. Lately having alone time has been pretty tough on you and you needed a release, the sad thing was, you didn't have any money. You thought to yourself,

 “how can I even buy weed if I barely have any money” 

you pick up your phone and you start to text your dealer. 

Y/n: hii do you still have any left? :((

He immediately texts back. Before you can even close your phone. He was into you but can you even realize that he wants you? His favorite client. 

Secret Spidey: So needy for weed? Come to the same spot. I’ll be there in 20.

You rushed to change. Even if you were in a hurry you didn’t wanna look bad at least. You quickly noticed what was the point. It’ll be quick. you put on a jacket as you walk out of your apartment. You walk to your destination, the back of an abandoned corner store. Usually, you two would meet in his car but since it’s under repair he used his motorcycle to meet you. He doesn’t treat you like other clients, He even offers to smoke in his car with you. If you were some other client he would’ve given you only just weed and a cold glare with it. As he walks up to you you both realize how he was much taller than you and most definitely towering over you.  

“Hey, Miguel..”

 you say with a bit of a grin. 

“Oh bunny, what's up, you told me you needed some right? 

“Bunny? Where in the hell did this nickname come from?” Your thoughts cloud your head as you think about all of this, how close he was to you, the cute nicknames, how his eyes practically show hearts in them when they look at you.  

he puts his hand on your back and smiles as he does you start shaking slightly from a cold breeze hitting the back of your neck. you were gonna ask a stupid question and you knew he would get a bit pissy. 

“Miguel.. uhm..I was wondering if you can give me..some for free..you don’t have to it's just-“ you say ranting, hoping for him to at least hear you out on why you want the free deal. He cuts you off with a sudden deep sigh. He looks you in your eyes and in reaction, you put your head down immediately. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest huh?” He says with a faint chuckle before disappearing. Before you can even get a single word in, you open your mouth and something comes out but yet again he cuts you off. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head yea? I’ll get you some weed, I just need you to do something for me..” your eyes light up with interest then he smiles at your eagerness. He always had eyes for you and you were just his type.

“Okay I can help but how so?” you asked biting your lip. you pray that he would say something back that you would like. It sounded like a cheesy porno but honestly, he was attractive and so were you. You have known this man for years so what’s the harm in that? you guys are just two people wanting to have a release and maybe more. Who knows?

this was my old taglist but here you go pookies ♥: @moon-rivr @monstera02 @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @lazyjellyfish300 @chiwhorei

[albatris]

i have granted him $50 for groceries

should i give nat finch $50