#and I have this little “oh wow okay” moment

[enwoso]

Could you write a lovie fic with just Leah where lovie is essentially giving Leah the talk about not hurting Alessia and Leah just finds it so funny that lovie is trying to scare her

LAYING DOWN THE LAW. | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

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leah had faced many tough opponents before on the pitch, world class strikers, relentless defenders and high pressure matches. but no amount of football training could of prepared her for this moment.

sitting across from her at the kitchen table, arms crossed — well sort of, eyes narrowed was you. your expression comically serious as your tiny brows furrowed in deep concentration as if you were preparing to negotiate a high stakes contract.

leah had always knew you were protective of your mummy, but it was all out of love. but she hadn't expected to be summoned like this.

the blonde had barely sat down with her coffee when you cleared your throat and looked her dead in the eye.

"lele."

leah bit back a smile, "yes, angel?"

you took a deep breath, as you were clearly ready to get down to business, "so your my mummy's girlfriend now."

leah nodded, trying to adopted your same serious face but that just ended in a deeper stare coming from you, "that's right,"

you exhaled sharply as if the confirmation made your job even harder, "ok. so that means you have to be extra nice to her and you can't ever ever make her sad.”

leah's lips twitched, "i would never," she promised.

but you weren't done. your head tilted slightly, your big blue eyes, so much like alessia's narrowing in suspicion. "cause if you make her sad, i will find out."

leah had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing, "oh yeah?"

you nodded firmly keeping up your serious tone, "yep, and then i will have to not like you anymore." you let that sink in before adding in a much more dramatic tone, "and i might have to tell auntie ella!”

leah actually gasped at that one, covering her mouth in faux harriet, "tooney? ella? you'd really bring ella into this?"

you nodded sternly, "she's my godmummy, and she cares about mummy a lot so she'd be really mad."

leah chuckled slightly before stopping herself at the sheer sternness of your stare, as she shook her head in disbelief. "wow, angel you are ruthless!"

you gave her a pointed look. "i just love my mummy."

leah heart softened at your sweet words. it wasn't lost on her how much alessia had done for you, how much love and warmth surrounded the two of you. you were just a little girl who is just looking out for her mum in the only way she knew how.

leah leaned forward slightly. "well, it's a good thing i love your mummy too.”

you studied her for a long moment, as if deciding whether you truly believed her. finally, after what felt like an eternity, she nodded. "okay. but if you ever forget, i'll remind you."

leah grinned. "i'll hold you to that!"

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later that evening, leah recounted the entire conversation to alessia as they were curled up on the couch in each others arms.

leah barely getting through the story without bursting into short giggles again, acting out your dramatic little sighs and serious expressions to the best of her abilities but they were not as good as the real thing.

alessia shook her head chuckling, "i can't believe she actually sat you down for a talk"

leah smirked, "i was proper intimidated. she's got a whole plan."

alessia snorted as she looked at leah, "did she threaten to bring ella into it?"

"oh, immediately," leah said grinning, "that was her big move!"

alessia groaned, laughing. "of course it was." she stretched out, resting her head on leah's shoulder, a soft smile still on her face as leah peppered small kisses to the side of her head, ever so often. "she really loves hard, you know?"

leah nodded. "she does.. just like her mum."

alessia rolled her eyes at that but nudged leah playfully. then, she looked up at her, a teasing glint in her eye. "but you better have been taking notes, williamson."

leah smirked, pressing a kiss to her lips. "don't worry. your little enforcer made sure of it." alessia shook her head with a fond smile.

"that's my girl."

[malsmind]

ERR0R C0DE

a hacker!matt x popular!reader series

by @malsmind & @loser41ifee

「 FIREWALL ONE 」

warnings: mentions of stalking & obsession

wc: 2.4k

english is not my first language!

matt's eyes locked onto yours the second you spotted him, his expression unreadable, a flicker of something dark and intense behind his gaze. he sat alone at a table near the corner, laptop open, fingers resting on the keyboard as if he had been typing just moments before. the blue glow of the screen cast a faint hue on his sharp features, his hoodie slightly oversized, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal the sleeve of tattoos along one of his forearms. he didn’t look surprised to see you—almost like he had been expecting you.

you hesitated for just a second before walking toward him, placing your bag on the chair opposite his. “hey,” you said with an easy smile, slipping into the seat, watching him closely. he didn’t immediately respond, instead closing his laptop with an audible click and leaning back slightly, studying you.

“hey,” he finally muttered, voice low, almost cautious. his tone didn’t match the way his gaze lingered on you, calculating, as if he was taking in every detail—the way your hair fell over your shoulder, the slight smudging of mascara from the long day, the way your nails tapped absentmindedly against the table.

“so… guess we’re partners now,” you said, tilting your head. “should be fun, right?”

matt huffed a quiet breath, not exactly a laugh, but close enough. “sure.” he sounded skeptical, like he didn’t quite believe you meant it. you noticed how he kept his hands under the table now, as if hiding something—or maybe it was just a habit. he didn’t seem nervous, though. just… guarded.

“okay, wow, so much enthusiasm. you know, for someone who hangs out at parties, you don’t seem like the social type.”

“how do you know i even go to parties?”

“oh, please. your brothers have the same face, you think i wouldn't notice the third one?”

his expression didn’t change much, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch. “maybe i just don’t like wasting my time.”

“ouch. and here i thought we’d be best friends by the end of this project,” you teased, leaning forward slightly. he tensed, barely, but you caught it. “doubt it,” he said, though there was something else in his voice. amusement? curiosity? you weren’t sure, but it was enough to keep you intrigued.

you reached into your bag, pulling out your notebook. “alright, mystery boy. let’s at least try to get started before you decide you hate working with me.” you flipped to a blank page, glancing up at him. “so, what do you actually do when you’re not at parties looking miserable?”

for the first time, he hesitated. just for a second. then he shrugged. “i’m into IT.”

“IT? that’s it? no hobbies? no fun little secrets?”

“why? you planning on digging into my personal life already?” his tone was light, but there was something underneath it, something careful, like he was watching your reaction closely.

“maybe,” you admitted with a grin. “i like knowing things about people.”

“me too,” he said, and for some reason, that sent a small shiver down your spine. you didn't know, but matt knew everything about you. the way you try to please everyone around you, putting everyone but yourself first, the way that even though you're a social butterfly, you keep almost everything to yourself. what you're going trough, your feelings, anything that made you vunerable. because it had damaged you in the past due to naive decisions you weren't proud of. your coffee order, your favorite perfume that made him go crazy.

he already knew more about you than you thought. more than you’d ever guess.

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you both settled into a quiet rhythm, the only sounds in the library the soft rustle of pages turning and the occasional tap of keys. matt remained distant, barely acknowledging your presence beyond the bare minimum, while you tried to focus on the project at hand. every now and then, you’d glance up from your notes to find his eyes fixed on you, but as soon as you met his gaze, he’d look away, his lips pressed into a thin line. it was a strange, almost uncomfortable silence between you two, as if there was a lot left unsaid, but neither of you was willing to break the tension.

“so…” you started, trying to break the quiet. “this project is about web security. you’re the IT guy. any ideas where we should start?” matt didn’t immediately answer, his fingers hovering over his laptop’s keyboard. you watched him, noting how he seemed to zone in on his screen, typing something quickly, but not the assignment. it was like he was working on something else entirely.

“matt?” you asked again, leaning over to see what he was doing. he stiffened at your voice, and his hands immediately dropped from the keyboard, closing his laptop slightly as if to hide whatever he was doing. you raised an eyebrow, confused but not pushing it. “what were you working on?”*

he looked at you briefly, his gaze flickering in a way that felt… guarded. “nothing.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle. “come on, that’s not a very convincing answer. you’re literally a genius at this stuff. you don’t just work on ‘nothing.’” you smiled, trying to make it playful, but deep down, you were more curious than you let on.

“it’s… personal.” his voice was quieter, and the edge to his words made it clear he didn’t want to discuss it further. you nodded, sensing the wall he was putting up. he didn’t want you prying, and you knew better than to push too hard right away. still, a part of you wanted to know more—wanted to understand why he acted like this. you refocused on the project, though your mind kept drifting to the oddness of his behavior. you’d known him for all of a few hours, but there was something so strange about the way he carried himself. it wasn’t just that he was quiet; it was the way he was always so closed off, like he was hiding something. something important.

the minutes passed in a steady silence, and the library’s soft hum of chatter made everything feel distant. you were starting to get frustrated with the lack of progress on your end of the project, but matt didn’t seem to care. he was working faster now, typing with purpose, his eyes glued to the screen in a way that made you wonder if he was even aware of his surroundings anymore. finally, you couldn’t take the silence any longer. “matt, you don’t have to tell me everything about yourself, but… at least talk to me a little, okay? we’re partners. i’m not just gonna sit here and pretend you’re not literally right across from me.”

his fingers paused on the keyboard, and for a split second, he looked almost uncomfortable. it was the first time you saw any real emotion from him, something deeper than just annoyance or mild disinterest.

“i don’t have anything to say,” he muttered, a little too quickly, almost defensive. he ran a hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze. “we’re here to do a project. that’s all.” you couldn’t tell if he was being stubborn or genuinely didn’t want to connect. either way, it was clear that there was a lot more to matt than he was willing to show. something about the way he was acting felt off, like he was holding onto a secret he couldn’t share.

you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms and looking him over. “well, okay. but you know, you could at least talk about the project. we don’t need to be best friends, but it’d be nice if you didn’t act like i’m invisible.”

he didn’t respond right away. his eyes flickered to you for a brief moment, studying you as if trying to decide whether to keep this up or just let it go. you could see him weighing the options in his head before he sighed, quietly enough that you almost missed it.

“sorry.” it was barely a whisper, but it was something. a crack in the wall he had so carefully built around himself.

you smiled, nodding, trying to ease the tension. “it’s okay.”

he didn’t look at you, but his fingers returned to his keyboard, and for the first time since you sat down, you felt like the atmosphere between you two had shifted just a little. still, there was something about him that unsettled you—like he was always one step ahead, like he knew something you didn’t. and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was hiding more than just his thoughts.

but you quickly brushed the thought aside, focusing back on your work. you weren’t going to push him. not yet. not until you knew more. because one thing was certain: matt was hiding something, and you were determined to find out what.

you both worked quietly for another hour, the only sound between you being the soft clicks of matt’s keyboard and the occasional scribble of your pen as you tried to keep up with the project’s outline. it was strange, how easily you fell into this rhythm despite the tension hanging in the air. there were moments when you’d look up and find him already looking at you, his gaze hard to read, but you didn’t mention it. instead, you just kept working, hoping the silence wouldn’t become too overwhelming.

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finally, matt pushed his laptop away from him with a soft sigh. “we’ve covered most of it,” he said, his voice almost mechanical. “we’ll need to refine some of the sections, but we’re done for today.”

you leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. “yeah, i think so. this wasn’t so bad, right?” you smiled at him, trying to lighten the mood, but matt’s expression remained neutral. he didn’t look like he was enjoying himself, but he didn’t seem annoyed either. just… quiet. “yeah,” he replied flatly. “i guess.”

you packed up your things slowly, sensing that matt was about to leave without saying much more. as you zipped your bag closed, you glanced at him, trying to find something else to say. something to make the interaction feel more… normal.

“so, uh… this was kind of fun, right? not as bad as you thought?” you asked, attempting a playful tone. but again, he didn’t seem to respond in the way you expected.

“i don’t really do ‘fun.’”

the words hit you a little harder than you expected, though you tried to shrug it off with a small laugh. “right. i guess you’re a little too serious for fun. no wonder you’re always the quiet one at the parties.” you tried to make it sound like a joke, but matt didn’t laugh. he just stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder with a quick movement.

“i go to the parties because my brothers make me,” he said quietly, his back already turned to you as he headed for the door. “doesn’t mean i have to enjoy them.”

you felt a pang of curiosity, but you didn’t push him. you stood up as well, gathering your things with one last look at the boy who was now halfway to the exit. there was something about the way he talked, something in the way he kept his distance that made you want to know more.

“well,” you said, a little softer this time. “i guess i’ll see you in class, matt.” he didn’t turn around, but you caught the faintest nod as he walked out of the library without another word. you lingered for a moment, your mind racing with the things you didn’t understand. why was he so distant? why was he so closed off?

shaking your head, you walked out of the library yourself, the noise of the campus slowly enveloping you as you headed toward the parking lot. your friends were probably waiting for you, eager to head to the next party or wherever else the night would take you. but something about matt’s quiet demeanor kept nagging at you. you didn’t know why, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him than he was letting on. and for some reason, you felt determined to find out what that was. as you got into your car, you glanced at your phone, your group chat lighting up with messages from your friends about the weekend’s plans. you shot off a few replies before leaning back in the seat, your thoughts drifting back to matt.

you had a feeling this wasn’t the last time you’d be wondering about him.

「 MATTS POV 」

the day ended quietly. matt got home, feeling the familiar weight of his own thoughts press down on him. his brothers, nick and chris, were sprawled out on the couch, watching tv and laughing about whatever it was they were laughing about. he knew they wanted to talk about the project, but he wasn’t in the mood. not tonight.

he tossed his bag on his bed and sat at his desk, opening his laptop once more. this time, though, it wasn’t the project he worked on with you. he was pulled into the familiar web of his other world—the one where he controlled every piece of data, where he could see everything and everyone, and no one ever knew it.

his fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, opening a terminal window, his mind racing through code as he pulled up a few key pieces of information. photos, social media accounts. you. y/n. he didn’t mean to keep track of you. didn’t mean to follow you like he had. it had started as a curiosity. and then, it became something more. he didn’t want to admit it, even to himself, but he knew a little too much about you—more than he should. and now, when he saw you, when he heard your laugh and felt the warmth of your presence, it was almost like something inside him stirred.

he quickly shut the laptop, running a hand through his hair. this wasn’t supposed to happen. he wasn’t supposed to care. he was supposed to stay in the background, hidden, always just on the edge of the noise. but now… now he couldn’t stop wondering how long he could keep pretending. how long he could keep avoiding the fact that you had noticed him, the fact he got paired with you out of all people, dangerously treading on thin ice because of the fact he was in some way obsessed with you.

he turned off the lights and climbed into bed, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of you. there was no going back now. he knew that much.

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but matt couldn't sleep... (contains smut)

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hello! Can I please request a Maid reader that flirts with Donna through little notes? Like reader will leave a note with breakfast saying "You look beautiful today :)" and Donna gets so flustered but secretly loves it? But doesn't know how to react? These increasingly flirty note giving continues for months until they suddenly stop. Donna asks the reader about it and sees that reader looks upset. Reader tells her that she stopped because the she thinks that Donna doesn't reciprocate. Donna reveals that she has kept every single note and looks forward to each one. They then share their first kiss.

Thank you!

Yesss!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))))

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Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, maid! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst maybe idk...

Word count: 7,542

Summary: You thought you'd find a way to confess your love...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours :))) I love you all!!!

Your steps in the snow were slow, but firm.

The cold of that village penetrated under your clothes, causing you to shiver, but even so, a smile decorated your face. The glances of the villagers were fleeting, but they hid a certain relief at seeing you walk through the old houses, as if, from the moment you left, they knew you weren't coming back.

Well, you couldn't blame them for that.

“(Y/N)?” a young voice asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Oksana,” you answered, shaking your head to get out of your reverie. “Wow, I'm glad to see you.”

“Me too,” the girl answered, giving you a quick hug and start walking beside you. “It's been a long time since I saw you around here.”

You smiled as you shook your head, too used to those comments.

“Don't be dramatic,” you explained, making your friend nod distrustfully. “I'm not locked up.”

“No, but...” she said, looking away, regretting wanting to say something. “It doesn't matter.”

“Calm down, Oksie, I've come to do some shopping,” you said in a soft tone, avoiding that small pang of offense that ran through your skin. “Everything's fine.”

Your friend nodded distrustfully, but continued on her way with you.

“I thought someone like you didn't have to come all the way to the village,” she commented upon entering the old bakery while you were checking things off a small list. “It’s the Duke who serves the Lords.”

“Yes, well,” you said amused, shaking your head. “If by serving you mean cheating the Lords, you’re right,” you joked, paying the baker and checking the merchandise. “Donna prefers that I be the one to buy some things, like these delicious pastries.”

“Donna,” Oksana repeated, with an intriguing look.

Your cheeks suddenly flushed and your throat began to dry.

“Lady Beneviento,” you corrected instantly, with a clumsy voice and a distracted look.

“Sure,” your friend whispered as you left the establishment. “I guess after all this time the formalities are no longer necessary.”

“Um, maybe,” you said with a shaky voice, wishing you hadn't run into Oksana.

The young woman nodded slowly, with a frown and a million questions hidden in her gaze, something that made you sigh and roll your eyes.

“(Y/N), I still find it incredible that… well, that you're still here after a whole year in that house,” she finally commented, sitting on a wall. “Nobody expected that…”

“Oh, come on,” you murmured, shaking your head and looking at your feet, avoiding your friend's curious gaze. “Don't exaggerate. It's not that big of a deal.”

“It's not that big of a deal? You're Donna Beneviento's maid, Donna Beneviento's only maid,” Oksana said, lowering her voice. “You know they say you're the first?”

“Mm,” you murmured without answering directly, looking away from the young woman's inquisitive gaze. “Then it's an honor, I guess.”

“An honor?” the young woman replied, arching her eyebrows and getting a little closer to you, to be more discreet. “(Y/N), they say she killed her gardener and…”

“Okay, stop it, Oksie,” you protested, leaving your purchases on the ground and crossing your arms. “I know what they say. I knew it when I offered to work in that house, would you mind stopping looking at me like I’m stupid?”

“I don't think you're stupid,” she whispered. “But I do think you're reckless, that woman is dangerous.”

“Really? It seems that for being working for a dangerous woman… I'm pretty well, don't you think?” you said in an acid tone, with your breathing gradually becoming altered. “Look, Oksana, you can say whatever you want, but I assure you that Donn… that Lady Beneviento is not like people say.”

“She is a Lord,” said your friend, intensifying her warning tone. “She is mentally ill, everyone knows that.”

“Nonsense,” you answered in an offensive tone, shaking your head. “Donna may be sick, but she is not… She is not like people say.”

“So what is she like?”

“W-Well,” you sighed, playing with your hands and looking at the cloudy sky. “She is a quiet woman, but kind. She is intelligent, attractive…”

“Attractive? How do you know? She always wears that horrible veil,” Oksana interrupted, bringing out her curiosity. “Have you seen her without it?”

“Of course I have,” you said firmly, drawing in your head the image of the lady in black, her regal posture, her melodic voice, her bright eye… “She is… a-a very special woman.”

“Oh, no…” the young woman sighed, scrutinizing you with her gaze. “I know that smile, (Y/N)”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you murmured, grabbing your purchases and moving away from the wall, ready to flee from that conversation. “I'm in a bit of a hurry and…”

“No, no, no, stop there,” Oksana said, amused. “I know you too well, if I didn't know it was impossible, I would think you have feelings for her.”

“What? Don't talk nonsense,” you said with the red in your face betraying your lies. “I'm her maid, that's all. Do you think I would have feelings for a Lord?”

“You're red,” she commented, giving you a nudge, abruptly cutting off your escape. “Oh, no, no, no, it can't be… are you serious?”

“Will you shut up?” you said annoyed, shaking your head, but finally sighing in surrender. She was your friend after all, she knew you. “W-Well, so what if I have feelings for her?”

“You're worse than her,” she laughed discreetly, stopping you from running away again. “You better pray to the Gods.”

“Oh, shut up,” you scolded, pushing her away with a playful push, with the bags shaking in your hands.

“Does she know?” she asked with that unpleasant tone of a nosy friend. “Does she feel the same? Maybe you're not as stupid as you seem…”

“Ugh, no, she doesn't know, of course she doesn't know. Hey, will you leave me alone? I'm in a hurry,” you protested, looking down, with the heat of your cheeks burning on your skin. “It's stupid, okay?”

“Of course it is… falling in love with Lady Beneviento…” Oksana laughed amused, in a mocking tone. “You're crazy.”

“Yes, I'm crazy,” you repeated annoyed, sighing in defeat again. “Oksie… The truth is… you're right, Donna drives me crazy. I'm in love with a Lord, are you happy now?”

“Wow, you've always chosen the wrong women, (Y/N), but this…” your friend mocked, making you growl. “But hey, I'm not judging you. It's not the first time. Lady Dimitrescu also has a long list of admirers.”

“Mm, I guess,” you murmured, finding in your old friend a refuge for your forbidden feelings. Maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea for her to know. “Anyway, it's silly. She would never feel the same way about me.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, because… because I know it,” you answered, looking at the path that would take you back home, next to her. “Hey, where did that “she’s a dangerous woman” go?”

“Well… if you’ve spent a whole year in that place and you’re still alive… Hey, why don’t you try it?”

“Don't talk nonsense, she would never... would you mind stopping bothering me? I have to go home,” you said, shaking your head and moving away from your friend. “You always do the same.”

“If I didn't, I wouldn't be your friend,” she commented, following you closely with a mocking giggle. “Miss Beneviento...”

“Stop it, will you?”

“Do you remember Simon? The boy from the fabric store,” your friend insisted, making you roll your eyes again and nod. “He was crazy about the hairdresser's daughter. Do you know what he did?”

“No, I don't know, I've been away from the village for a year,” you hissed, tired of the conversation, dying of embarrassment.

“Every time he came to her shop, he left her little love notes inside the fabrics, you know, compliments...” Oksana explained. “In two weeks Lydia fell in love with him. You could try.”

“Ugh, shut up. It wouldn't work, besides, I have to go and… I hate you, you know that?” you said, gesturing exaggeratedly.

“You adore me,” she joked. “Anyway, I hope to hear from you soon, the village is quite boring without you.”

“Yes, yes… see you, Oksie,” you said goodbye, making a vague gesture with your hand as you walked away from her and the embarrassment slowly disappeared from your cheeks.

As your feet sank into the snow, you meditated on that strange conversation. Oksana was your best friend, and she still was, she would never reveal your feelings. That wasn't what really worried you, what tormented you was the truth of your words, the confession that you had been feeling the need to say out loud for months.

You took a big risk by offering yourself as a maid for Donna Beneviento, the youngest and most mysterious Lord, but it paid off. You got a quiet job in a strange house, alongside a strange woman… and a living doll.

At first, the lady in black was distrustful, defensive and solitary, and very close to the rumors. But little by little, that wall she herself put up in front of you began to crumble.

The monster the villagers spoke of didn’t exist, it never did. The black veil the lady always wore fell before your eyes to reveal the true meaning of beauty. Donna was a beautiful woman, truly beautiful, even if she didn't believe it. The scar on her face emanated suffering, a forced isolation she imposed on herself, but for you, it was nothing of the sort.

Her words became softer and her melodic accent became a pleasant breeze in your ears. Her hands, her skin, her gaze, that little smile you sometimes saw... Everything together began to be unbearable for you.

You were always a girl easily impressed, and although at first you refused to admit that she had stolen your heart, you had no choice but to admit it. Yes, she was a sick, unstable and introverted woman, but she was also kind, calm and peaceful, the complete opposite of her adoptive siblings or Mother Miranda.

Despite the horrible things Donna did in the past, things that she let out in her delusions, you saw in her a fragile and delicate spirit, an interesting and beautiful woman, perfect to fall in love with, to dream about what her kisses would be like, if those lips had ever kissed before.

Of course, you never considered confessing your feelings to her. On the one hand, it seemed like something easy, since you felt a certain chemistry between you, a silent bond that tied you to each other. On the other hand, you couldn't forget who she was, the terrible things she could do to you, the consequences that such a confession could have.

You were crazy about her, but… but you were still her maid, she was still a Lord, a dangerous woman with the power to finish you off with a wave of her hands. The tension became uncomfortable and desperation beat strongly inside your chest.

Would you ever dare to do something about it? Or would you continue to contemplate the lady in your dreams?

“It's about time, silly maid!” the squeaky tone of the Angie doll interrupted your thoughts. Without realizing it, you had already arrived at the old mansion.

“Angie…” you sighed, closing the door while the puppet ran towards you in a comical way. “Don't yell”

“Don't yell, don't yell!” the doll repeated, after which she let out a loud laugh. Damn doll, it always got on your nerves. “Do you have everything?”

“Everything,” you said satisfied, leaving your purchases on the table. “Where's Donna?”

“(Y/N),” a dark, hoarse voice answered your question.

The lady in black appeared in front of you, her gaze fixed on your eyes as well as a slow walk made her heels click on the old wood; a sound you secretly adored.

“Donna,” you sighed with a discreet smile as the woman approached to take a look at your purchases. “Um, um… I already have everything.”

“Mm, I see,” Donna murmured, standing very close to you, too close. “You took a while,” she commented distractedly.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you apologized, lowering your head as her fleeting gaze crossed your face. “I've been distracted in the village.”

“Mm,” she murmured with disinterest, looking at you again, making you look away from her beauty. “I don't like that you take so long, (Y/N), I'm worried that something will happen to you.”

Are you worrying her? Oh, Gods.

“I’m fine, I just ran into an old friend,” you explained, trying to keep your voice from shaking. “B-Besides, you know there’s nothing that can scare me.”

“A friend,” the lady repeated, nodding slowly, but with an expressionless face. “You mean a… special friend?” she stammered curiously, with a dark shadow in her gaze.

“What? No, no, no, no,” you denied, too abruptly, gesturing with your hands and head. “My old friend Oksana, I haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“You don’t have to give me explanations,” Donna whispered, slowly moving away with a quick gesture, visibly nervous, or upset. “You’re my maid.”

“Yes, I’m your maid,” you sighed, agreeing with her with a melancholic air. “And… and I love being so.” You don't know why you said that nonsense, after which you closed your eyes in regret.

The lady's lips curved slightly in a quick, fast smile, almost imperceptible to a normal look, but not to yours, not to your loving eyes.

“I like you being so,” she murmured in a low, very low tone, moving away from you definitively, leaving a cold draft on your body. “Get some rest, I'll put this away.”

“Uh… yes, okay, thank you, Donna,” you nodded nervously, bowing slightly and biting your lip, giving the lady one last look. Gods, you loved her so, so much…

“Prego,” she whispered back, turning around and grabbing the bags, disappearing down the elevator hallway.

You quickly went up the stairs, calling yourself a fool for your clumsy conversations and dropping onto the bed.

“Idiot,” you insulted yourself, hitting the mattress with your fist. “What are you doing?”

You had free time until lunchtime, but that wasn't a good thing. As always, you tried to read something, to distract your head from Donna's figure, from her voice, from her gaze, from those strange words that sometimes made you believe you really had a chance.

Reality washed over your mind when you began to fantasize, blaming the ventriloquist's clumsiness on her unstable and wounded mind, and not on her possible (impossible) feelings. There was nothing to indicate to you that there was something real between you, that you both felt the same, but still, you liked to imagine it, to interpret her words and gestures the way you liked best, torturing yourself with false hopes.

Sighing, trying to get the lady out of your head, a recent memory came to you: your friend's comment about your feelings and her stupid idea to confess them to Donna.

“Bah,” you said shaking your head, looking at an old notebook. “Notes, what nonsense…” you muttered with your leg shaking, indicating that you should get up and sit at your desk. “It's a terrible idea, but hey, at least I can dream,” you said, opening the notebook and picking up a pen.

You spent a good while writing short notes, flattering words that could reach your lady, but none of them convinced you. You didn't even know why you thought about her reaction when reading them, since you did it just to spend the time.

“No way… this won't serve any purpose,” you said, tearing out one of the pages and crumpling it in desperation, throwing it into a trash can. “You ‘re beautiful? Really, (Y/N)?” you said to yourself, shaking your head. “This is a waste of time.”

“What is a waste of time?” a voice that shouldn't be there asked, a voice accompanied by the Angie doll, who appeared in your room.

“Angie, what did I tell you about entering my room?” you asked annoyed, closing the notebook and crossing your arms. “It's my private area, do you understand?”

“I can go wherever I want, this is my house, silly, you're an intruder,” the doll mocked, climbing onto the desk. “What are you doing?”

“I'm not an intruder,” you growled, taking the wooden hands away from your notebook, too accustomed to Angie's irreverent attitude. “I'm Donna's maid... your maid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said with disinterest, letting herself fall on the table. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing of your business, Miss Angie,” you said with a dark look.

“Oh,” the puppet said, nodding in an exaggerated manner. “What are you doing?”

“Ugh,” you protested, letting the air out of your lungs abruptly. “Nothing, I'm not doing anything, leave me alone.”

“Silly maid…” the puppet sighed, getting down from the table with a grunt of protest. “What’s this?” she asked in an inquisitive voice, rummaging through your trashcan and taking out the ball of paper you discarded.

“What? Hey,” you said, trying to reach Angie, something impossible; she was too slippery.

“You're beautiful,” she read the note amused, fleeing from your hands. “Oh, so lovely… Is it for your girlfriend?”

“Angie! Give it back to me!” you shouted, getting up and starting a chase with the doll around the room among loud laughter. “Hey!”

“Come and catch me, silly, silly!” Angie sang, running away from all your desperate attempts to catch her.

“Damn it… Angie!” you shrieked on the verge of tears.

Well, the doll had no way of knowing who that note was for, but still… no, she couldn't have it, she could tell Donna and…

“Hey, come back here!” you yelled, leaving the room, guided by that sinister laugh. “Angie!”

“You can't catch me, you can't catch me!” the doll mocked, quickly running down the stairs.

“Damn doll, I got you!” you said, managing to catch her. It was a shame that after that clumsy tackle, you tripped, falling irremediably down the stairs. “Ow, ow, ow! Shit…” you lamented sitting on the floor while the doll laughed shrilly.

At least, you had managed to recover the note.

“(Y/N),” a melodic voice said, Donna, who ran towards your position with a worried look. “Stai bene?” she asked, bending down to help you stand up, touching you gently as she did so, melting you, making your legs fail again.

“Oh, um, yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” you said nervously, moving away from her addictive touch and shaking your uniform with a nervous smile.

“Clumsy maid!” Angie scolded you, leaning over the railing and pointing at you mockingly.

“Angie…” Donna whispered, checking your condition, without letting your arms go. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“What? Oh, no, it was… an accident,” you growled those last words, looking at Angie out of the corner of your eye and discreetly putting the note in your pocket while you got lost in Donna’s gaze. “It's nothing, I'm fine, Donna.”

“Mm,” she murmured, keeping her eye on yours, thus creating a common moment of tension, of awkward silence. “Va bene, um, (Y/N)…”

“Yes?” The word came out of your mouth like a sigh; your feet walked a step closer to her as she held you with a confused look.

“W-Well, then… then you can cook, right?” the lady said, finally moving away with her typical nervous blink, playing with her hands, struggling to look away from you.

Your eyes slowly lowered, disappointed by that sudden change, by those words she never got to say and that you were dying to know. Again, you were fantasizing.

“Yes, of course,” you said in a formal tone, passing by her side elegantly, repressing the pain on your lower back. “Um, Donna…”

“Yes?” she said, with an expectant look, but without moving, without even looking at you.

“Nothing, I… I think, I think I’ll make some pasta, do you fancy it?” you said nervously, with an innocent tone.

“I love the way you make pasta, (Y/N), thank you,” Donna whispered, finally walking away from you again. “I’ll wait here.”

You nodded and made a bow watching as the lady sat down on the couch and that conversation, like all the ones you had, ended.

Once in the kitchen you took the note out of your pocket, leaving it on the counter with a loud thud, your hands shaking as well as your nervous body.

“You… damn doll,” you cursed under your breath, looking at your note over and over again and shaking your head. “It was a bad idea, a very bad idea.”

Forgetting about the whole note thing, you started cooking as usual, humming a sweet melody as the ingredients mixed together. You were never a great cook, but that was before Lady Beneviento herself taught you a few things, how to prepare dishes from her home country the right way.

You sighed remembering those cooking lessons, the glances that went straight to your heart, that bright eye watching yours while you kneaded or boiled something. Sometimes you dreamed of forgetting everything you had learned and being able to have the lady in black behind you, joining her hands with yours, the softness of her skin running over yours.

After a while, with everything ready, you brought the food up to the dining room, where Donna was waiting impatiently, putting a discreet smile when she saw you.

“Here you go, I hope everything is to your liking,” you said kindly, with a radiant and sincere smile, pouring her a glass of wine and joining your hands together.

Your heart stopped when you saw something strange under the plate.

No, it couldn't be possible. That absurd note you wrote was glued to it. The paper had stuck to the porcelain due to the heat, and it was perfectly visible. She would notice, for sure.

You quickly thought of your options, but none of them were valid, you couldn't do anything that wouldn't give you away, just wait for Donna to see it, and the terrible consequences.

Before you could move, flee from that situation, the lady stopped eating, frowning, and noticing the paper under the plate. She slowly took it out, while you walked slowly back to your room. With a strange look, she read the note, over and over, looking for the culprit with her eyes.

You were already far away, about to go up the stairs, but unable to stop looking at her. Her expression relaxed, but her blinking was nervous, confused.

That's it, it's over.

You quickly went up to your room, closing the door with a pale face and leaning your back against it, squeezing your eyes tightly.

“No, no, no, no…” you lamented, pressing your hands against your temples. “I screwed it up, I screwed it up… damn you, Oksana…”

There was no way to blame anyone other than yourself, to blame your friend for giving you the idea of ​​a silent confession through stupid notes. You couldn’t blame the doll for being responsible for your mistake either. It was your note, your handwriting, your words, your feelings. The only one to blame, was you.

With that in mind, you began to ramble about the possible consequences of your impudence. You could be fired, killed, forgotten forever, tortured… A reciprocal confession was the last thing you thought would happen.

The afternoon passed slowly as you debated with yourself about your next move: Should you run away from there before Donna asked? Should you apologize? Should you make up an excuse?

No, neither option was the right one. At the moment, all you could do was take refuge in your room, waiting for the moment when your world would fall apart.

It didn't take long to come.

“(Y/N)?” Donna's voice asked, along with a soft knock on the door. “Are you there?”

You wiped away your tears of despair as your body tensed irremediably. This is the end, (Y/N).

“Um, yes,” you whispered almost without a voice, slowly approaching your cruel and uncertain fate, opening the door. “Donna, I...”

“(Y/N),” she sighed, clasping her hands together as usual, with a slightly strange, but apparently calm look. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yes,” you answered nervously, looking down at the wooden floor. “I wasn't feeling… well.”

“Mm,” Donna murmured, with an indifferent tone, looking away as well. “Uh… you haven't eaten.”

“I wasn't very hungry,” you said without thinking, waiting for the moment of accusation. “Um, um… do you need something?”

“Yes, I…” she said with a broken voice and a nervous smile, nervous, but terribly beautiful. “I wanted… I wanted to tell you that… W-Well, you haven't given me time to talk to you about…”

“Donna, I…” you interrupted, lowering your head in apology. “I know I shouldn't have done it but…”

“Don't be modest, adding a touch of garlic to the pasta was a good decision,” the lady commented, with a slightly more relaxed smile.

You frowned, confused.

“Garlic? Oh, yes,” you said more nervously, starting to get lost. “Did you want to tell me... something?”

“Yes, I... just congratulate you for your dish, (Y/N), it was delicious,” Donna whispered, looking at you with a different sparkle in her eye, with evident nervousness. “I hope that someday you do it that way again.”

“Oh, I... of course,” you said confused, nodding out of inertia and frowning. “T-Thank you, Donna.”

“No, I... thank you, (Y/N),” she sighed, generating a moment of silence again, more tense and uncomfortable than usual. “Um… Have you… seen what time it is?”

“What? I-I… no,” you said, scratching the back of your neck.

“It’s tea time, (Y/N), I-I’d like you to make me some, if you’re feeling better,” the lady asked, returning to her formal and elegant tone, losing that strange nervousness.

“Sure, r-right away, Donna,” you said nodding, a gesture she returned, turning her back to you with an elegant twist.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but you couldn’t stop following her with your gaze. There was certainly something strange about her, something different, but there was no way you thought it had anything to do with that stupid note, right? Right?

The lady in black stopped before walking down the stairs, turning her head towards you and doing something that made you freeze again. A smile, a sincere and nervous smile formed on her lips as her gaze held yours. Something inside you stirred at that moment, as your face emulated that tender smile.

She quickly looked away again, as if she was going to say something, but changed her mind at the last moment.

It was all strange, of course. Well, it was always strange at the Beneviento House, but a new feeling began to confuse your thoughts.

That smile… could it be because of the note? Did she like it? Was it really a good idea? Was Oksana right?

It seemed crazy, but your head repeated the word success over and over again, the feeling of having succeeded in something you didn't really want to do. Her smile… it was different, tender, nervous, sincere…

Dazzled by the memory of that innocent gesture, you frowned, glancing sideways at your old notebook, gaining a confidence that pushed you to… well… to think that you should continue with those notes, that maybe you could reach her with your clumsy flattery.

“What could I lose by trying?” you asked yourself as you sat down, coming to the conclusion that… if Donna was upset by your written comment, something would have happened but… on the contrary, she seemed… pleased, happy… There had been no consequences beyond that beautiful smile and you… you were dying to see it again.

I love when you smile

You wrote, letting your heart speak, with a more elegant handwriting, cutting the paper until it became a real note, an intentional one that, hesitantly, but at the same time sure of yourself, you placed under her cup of tea.

“Here,” you said, leaving the tray on the work table, earning a brief glance from your lady.

“Grazie, (Y/N),” Donna whispered, focused on making her porcelain dolls.

With a bow, you withdrew, leaving her alone, but you didn’t walk down the basement hallway. Instead, you stayed to one side of the doors of the old workshop, watching as the lady drank her tea.

Of course she found the note, and, looking around, she read it, over and over again.

A sound came from her lips, a laugh that you had never been lucky enough to hear. It made her happy; your words made her emit that heavenly sound. Even from your hidden position, you thought you saw a slight blush on her cheeks.

Something cheered you for your bravery, and the little hope you had became intense, almost overwhelming. That reaction from the lady in black told you that she definitely like your words, so… Well, you would lose nothing by continuing to try.

Little by little it became a routine. Every lunch, breakfast or tea was accompanied by a note from you. You loved to see her nervous reaction, her tender smile when she thought you weren't looking.

You started a little game, a flirting strategy that was unconventional, but spoke better of your feelings than your cowardly voice. The days passed slowly and her reaction grew colder, but her smile never disappeared.

“I hope the coffee is to your liking, Donna,” you said one morning, leaving in front of her a cup with a new note, one that said:

You look beautiful today

“Sure it is, grazie,” the lady replied, taking a sip and discreetly grabbing the note that was under the cup while you avoided looking at her.

But, even from a distance, you could see the smile on her face again. There was something that began to intrigue you. The day of the accident, you feared her reaction, but that fear slowly turned into indifference and then… into another kind of fear.

Donna never mentioned the notes, she didn't say anything, she didn't tell you anything about it, she didn't even ask. It might have seemed like a relief at first, but little by little it became a new concern. If she didn't do anything, if she didn't say anything... What did it mean to her? Was she scared like you? Did she just not care?

Questions began to haunt you when you were alone and a new desire surfaced in your chest. The desire to know what she thought of those compliments, those notes, those discreet confessions you sent her every day.

The impatience was already evident in your feelings, and when you got nervous, you often made mistakes, like the one that morning.

“Um, Donna,” you said, turning on your heels and returning to the dining room table, your hands beginning to sweat.

“Mm?” she murmured, looking at you briefly, but not paying real attention to you.

“I wanted to… I wanted to ask you something,” you murmured with a broken voice, weak due to the pain in your throat.

“Va bene,” she whispered, while reading a book about plants, her secondary hobby, after dolls. “What's worrying you?”

“Oh, nothing's worrying me, I'm just… I was just wondering if…” you said nervously, running your hand over the chair, brushing the black fabric of her dress without her realizing it.

“Something's worrying you,” Donna said, raising her gaze from the book and directing it towards you, crossing your chest.

“Yes, no…” you said nervously, shaking your head, trying to keep your composure. “I was wondering if… well, if I'm doing my job as a maid right,” you finished, closing your eyes and cursing your clumsiness.

“Cosa? (Y/N), you don’t have to worry about that, you’re… you’re an excellent maid, the best,” she whispered, looking away, with a discreet smile.

“Oh, come on, you say that because you haven’t had other maids,” you joked erratically, rolling your eyes. “But I was wondering if… if there’s something in my behavior that… bothers you.”

“No,” she answered dryly, focusing again on her book after a sip of coffee. “Everything’s fine, (Y/N), you don’t have to worry.”

“Oh, um, okay,” you said defeated, unable to ask exactly what you wanted to ask. “I’ll… I’ll go clean the upstairs. If you want something… just tell me,” you muttered, fleeing the scene in a cowardly manner.

“Mm”

You had a terrible morning. While you were cleaning, you couldn't stop thinking about her reaction, her indifference. Obviously she read the notes, you made sure of it, but... there was something you didn't like, something that tormented you. She didn't seem to give it any importance and that only meant... Well, you didn't know exactly what it meant.

Maybe she ignored it? Did she think it was part of your job? That was terrible, that only indicated that... that she didn't feel anything for you.

A ball of wool hit your face while the truth of what was happening did the same in your heart.

“Angie!” you shrieked, protesting another of the doll's pranks. “I've told you a thousand times to stop pranking me while I clean.”

“Silly maid!” the doll laughed, amused by her action.

You were going to growl again, pretending to strangle her wooden neck, when a new idea appeared in your mind. Maybe Donna had no intention of speaking, but the sinister doll was the complete opposite of its owner…

“Angie, come here,” you said in a serious tone, pointing at the floor. “Obey.”

“Stupid…” the doll hissed, unable to refuse, since Donna had warned it long ago to stop bothering you, and to listen to you. “What do you want?”

You rolled your eyes, and, as if it were a bribe, you returned the ball of wool to the doll, although Donna didn’t like it at all when Angie played with them.

“Oh, you give me my toy back…” the puppet murmured, studying its precious and forbidden treasure. “Spit it out, silly maid, what do you want?”

“Nothing, I just want to talk,” you said, putting aside the apron and bending down to be at the doll's height.

“Talk, then,”

“Hey, Angie… Donna… Hasn't she said anything to you? I mean… Has she told you anything strange lately? Something that bothers or worries her?” you asked quietly, watching your surroundings.

“What are you talking about? Silly…” she answered listlessly.

“You know, if there's something new in her life or… if you notice that she's happier or…” you insisted, being unaware of your dangerous questions.

“Donna is Donna, she's the same as always,” Angie answered, playing with her ball. “Is there any reason why she shouldn't be?”

“Um…” you murmured, disappointed, sad. “No, there isn't,” you whispered, getting up and shaking your head. “Now let me work, will you?”

Angie was Donna's only company, a creation of hers so she wouldn't feel terribly alone. She was her confidant, she was much more than that; she was part of her, part of her mind. If Angie didn't know anything, it was because Donna hadn't changed, everything was the same, and that wasn't a good thing.

Her lack of interest, her indifference to your notes, to your increasingly less discreet flattery seemed to be little more than an anecdote for the lady in black, something she didn't give any importance to.

That night you cried, you cried because your cowardly and at the same time shameless attempt had been useless. You loved Donna, you loved her and, although you knew it was unlikely that she felt the same, you had hope.

The Italian woman's soft and kind words, her mysterious glances, those smiles that appeared on her face when you did something for her... That all of it was simple kindness was hard for you to believe. You came to think that her shyness prevented her, just like you, from saying what she thought or what she felt.

But no, she didn't feel anything for you. If it were otherwise, she wouldn't have ignored your notes; she wouldn't have let the chance to even ask you go. She was your mistress, you were her maid and... as much as it sometimes seemed like there was something more between you, something deeper, it was all an illusion that your mind created.

Disappointed, but with your wounded heart still begging for her love, you made a drastic decision at the same time that, in the darkness of the night, you vented your failure with tears.

There would be no more notes or flattery. Donna would only be Donna, your lady and you, her maid, a maid in love, but a maid after all.

Your spite made you grow cold, maintain a much drier relationship with her, nod, say “yes, my lady,” and not seek an informal conversation that went beyond your work. It hurt you, it hurt you terribly to act that way, but if you didn't, you would still be madly in love, forever.

“Donna?” you asked one afternoon, as you approached to clear the table, a table that, after a few weeks, you stopped sharing with her as you sometimes did.

The lady in black wasn't sitting, but comically crouched under the table, her doll next to her, moving the chairs around in an odd way.

The lady looked at you and her head hit the wood comically, startled by your silent appearance.

“Oh, cavolo...” she complained, getting up clumsily and rubbing the hit area with a nervous smile. “You scared me, (Y/N).”

“I'm sorry,” you apologized with a bow, approaching the table to pick up the plates. “You're done, I guess.”

“Yes,” she replied, nodding effusively, but still looking at the floor in confusion.

You made a cold gesture as you picked up, glancing at her, unable to avoid the strong beating of your heart in her presence. Stopping loving her was impossible.

“What were you doing crouching there, Donna?” you asked in a dry, indifferent tone.

“Um, well, I…” she murmured, with a slight reddish glow on her cheeks. “I-I was looking for something.”

“Mm,” you murmured with disinterest. “Have you lost something?”

“Yes, no, I don't know,” Donna stammered, looking away quickly, she seemed nervous. “Have you lost something?”

“Me? Of course I haven’t,” you said coldly, shaking your head.

“Oh, um… okay,” the lady whispered, with a sad tone that reached the depths of your soul. “Are you sure? Haven't you forgotten anything?”

“I haven’t,” you denied, as you finished collecting the plates. “Have you taken your medication? Did you lose a pill?”

“Cosa? No,” she said, frowning, offended by your attitude.

“Mm, okay,” you sighed, moving away from her, holding back your tears, ready to leave the room. “I'll serve you tea in a couple of hours.”

A tug on your wrist stopped you from moving away. The lady in black stood up from her chair, unconsciously digging her nails into your skin.

“Un attimo, (Y/N),” she whispered, taking the plates from your hands, leaving them back on the table.

“What do you want?” you asked, feeling the heat of her skin through your clothes, that addictive and burning touch. “I have a lot of work to do, Donna.”

“Why are you so cold to me?” she asked, putting on a hurt look, her one eye wet. “You're very cold lately.”

“It's nothing, it'll just be the weather,” you said, holding back a sob. “Donna, you’re hurting me.”

“I'm sorry,” she apologized, letting you go, bringing her hand to her mouth, nervous as you picked up the plates and walked away again. “I-I miss them, you know?”

You stopped, opening your eyes wide before turning the corner.

“Y-Your notes, I miss them,” the lady repeated, coming closer and turning your body with a hand on your shoulder.

“My notes?” you asked in a small voice.

“Y-Yes… Io…” the brunette murmured, lowering her gaze, her hands beginning to shake. “I loved reading them.”

“Really?” you asked suspiciously, breathing heavily and with a hopeful glint in your eyes. “I thought you didn't care about them.”

Donna opened her mouth to say something, but it seemed like something was stopping her, her cheeks were blood red and her body was shaking nervously.

“I cared about them,” she finally said, looking at the floor, blinking erratically.

“You never told me anything,” you whispered, leaving the plates on the table again and passing by her, confused. “You… never mentioned them.”

“It's just that I… I didn't know what to do… you said such nice things to me…” the ventriloquist stammered, playing with her hands, approaching little by little from behind. “But they're not there anymore… I've been looking for them but… they're not there.”

“No, they're not there anymore,” you said, passing a finger over your wet eye, wiping away a tear that timidly appeared. “I stopped writing them.”

“Perché?”

“Because… Donna, I…” you hesitated, looking at the ceiling, anywhere but at her beauty. “It doesn't matter, I have to pick this up.”

“Per favore… don't go,” Donna asked you, grabbing your arm again, this time with less force. “Why were you doing it?”

“It doesn't matter, Donna, forget it,” you insisted, fighting with your own feelings. “There was no point in continuing to do so, not when you read them, and acted as if nothing had happened. Donna, I…” you began, regretting it instantly. “It doesn't matter, really.”

“You're wrong,” the lady said in a serious, dark tone. “I-I've kept all of them, each and every one of them, (Y/N),” she explained, grabbing your hands, not wanting to let them go, staring at you with her hypnotic gaze.

“What?” You sighed, feeling relief in her soft hands, in her unconscious caresses. “Have you… have you kept them? You haven’t thrown them away?”

“I would never do that,” she said, taking a step closer, being terribly close, unbearably close to you. “Every night I read them, one by one and… I couldn’t, I couldn’t stop smiling. I smiled because… because you wrote them, for me.”

“Yes,” you said with a tender smile, daring to place a hand on her cheek, something that made her close her eye with a nervous gasp. “I wrote them for you because…because… It doesn’t matter.”

“(Y/N) I…” Donna said, interrupting your last attempt to get away, to go up to your room and cry inconsolably. “M-Many times I didn’t feel like having tea… I just… I just wanted it to… to see what you had written to me, to read your beautiful words until I fell asleep and… and I still look forward for it…”

“You look forward for it…” you sighed, looking down at her tempting lips, your nerves and the pounding in your chest making it difficult for you to say anything. “Donna, I was hoping that… that you would tell me something because…”

“I-I think I'm in love with you, (Y/N),” the lady said unexpectedly, making your eyes widen, stopping your breathing. “I… I'm stupid… What I feel for you is so strong that when… when I read that first note I didn't… I didn't know what to do. It seemed unthinkable to me that you would do it for other reason than… you know, being my maid.”

“If I did it, it was because…” you began, unsure of what you were going to say. “Because I love you, Donna,” you finally confessed, looking down, but continuing to caress her hands. “I love you and… I didn't know how… how to tell you. You know, I'm your maid and I never thought that...”

The lady in black smiled excitedly, reaching out one of her hands to your face, caressing it as if it were something precious, something fragile and beautiful.

“I don't want you to be my maid, (Y/N),” she said in a serious tone, as if she was too nervous to control her emotions. “I-I want, I want you to be... my girlfriend.”

“Gods, Donna,” you sighed, taking one last step closer, unable to believe her words, her feelings. “Donna, I... I don't want to be your maid. Please, let me kiss you.”

She nodded slowly as your eyes closed. Your body acted on its own, laughing at yourself, at your clumsy approaches, at the ignorance about what those silly notes caused in the lady in black.

The contact was wet. Your lips collided, exploring, kissing slowly, recording in your memory every sensation, every sound, every caress. It was a clumsy, inexperienced kiss, but it said much more than any of your absurd notes.

 “Y-You know? I-I’ve never kissed anyone,” Donna confessed embarrassed, slowly moving away from your lips, with a sincere smile, the most beautiful you had ever seen.

“Mm,” you murmured, slowly lifting her chin, still unable to believe that it wasn’t a dream. “I’m glad I was the first.”

“Yes…” the lady sighed, letting herself fall into your arms, hugging you, scratching your back as if she wanted to keep you close, as close to you as possible. “Promise me one thing, (Y/N)”

“Whatever you want, my love”

“Promise me that you will continue writing me those notes every day…”

[spicyschemmenti]

SOMEHOW, SHE'S IN CHARGE ➫ casey novak

pairing: casey novak x bumbling idiot!fem!reader

synopsis: casey is prepared for a lot of things in her career. grueling cases, tough defense attorneys, and long nights buried in paperwork. what she isn’t prepared for is discovering that the new district attorney is the same woman she just watched pour orange juice into her coffee

warnings: reader puts herself in awkward and embarassing situations, reader is clumsy and chaotic

word count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

Casey’s day had been going fine. Court had gone smoothly, she only had one more case review before lunch, and she’d managed to avoid running into that adorably chaotic woman who seemed to exist in a constant state of mild distress.

Until now.

She stands in the break room, staring in absolute disbelief as you, the aforementioned human disaster, stir orange juice into your coffee like it’s completely normal. You’re not even paying attention, humming to yourself, wearing an oversized blazer that looks two seconds away from slipping off your shoulder, your hair slightly messy like you forgot to brush it in your rush to work. The lid to the orange juice carton is on the floor, and Casey is pretty sure you didn’t even realize you dropped it.

"You, uh… you meant to do that?" she asks, tilting her head.

You blink like you just remembered she was there. "Huh?"

Casey gestures vaguely to the abomination in your hands. "The coffee. The orange juice. You just—" She waves her hand, unable to even finish the sentence.

"Oh! Yeah." You take a sip, and your face immediately contorts in regret. "Oh, wow, that is so bad."

"Yeah," Casey deadpans. "Shocking."

You make a small, suffering noise and set the mug down, like you don’t even trust yourself to hold it anymore. Then, as if the universe needs to hammer home just how much of a mess you are, you spin to throw something in the trash and promptly knock over an entire stack of case files that were sitting on the counter.

Papers scatter across the floor. You freeze. Casey closes her eyes for a brief moment, inhaling like she’s gathering strength.

"Cool," you mutter to yourself, hands on your hips as you stare at the chaos you’ve just created. "Super cool."

Casey sighs and kneels down, helping you gather the papers. "You always like this?" she asks, handing you a file.

"Oh, yeah. Whole life," you say with an exasperated smile. "I mean, it’s mostly fine! Just little things. Like, this morning I tripped getting out of bed, and my coffee maker kind of exploded, and then I dropped my phone in a puddle, but—" you hold up a finger, like you’re about to make an excellent point—"I got here on time! Which is more than I can say for yesterday."

Casey just stares at you. Who lets you operate heavy machinery?

She’s already mentally filing you away as someone she’s going to have to keep an eye on—not in a bad way, just, you know, to make sure you don’t accidentally set the office on fire—when a voice interrupts.

"Ms. Novak?"

She turns to see one of the junior attorneys standing in the doorway. "Are you ready for your meeting with the DA?"

"Yeah, just—" she stands, brushing dust off her skirt. "Where are they?"

The attorney gestures toward you. You.

Casey looks at you. You give her a sheepish little wave, still clutching a file upside down.

"You're the DA?" Casey blurts out before she can stop herself.

"Uhh… yeah?" You say it like even you can’t believe it. "Newly appointed! Just started last week. You know, whole ‘shiny new District Attorney’ thing. Trying my best. Not setting things on fire, so, y’know… that’s a win."

Casey squints at you. You are holding a coffee cup full of orange juice. There is a very real possibility that you misplaced your own office keys at some point today. This person is running the DA’s office.

"Uh-huh," Casey mutters, rubbing her temples. "Right. Okay. Cool."

"Anyway!" you say brightly, rocking on your heels. "We should totally get to that meeting before they send a search party."

And then you walk directly into the doorframe.

Casey groans. "I need a stronger coffee."

Casey follows you to the meeting room in a state of mild shock, clutching her coffee like it’s the only thing tethering her to reality. You, this complete and utter disaster of a human, are the District Attorney. The head of the office. The person she technically answers to.

She sneaks a glance at you as you walk, still a little dazed from the revelation. Your oversized blazer keeps slipping off your shoulder, and you keep pushing it up only for it to slide right back down. You’re flipping through a file as you walk, mumbling something under your breath, completely oblivious to the way the hallway full of other attorneys keeps subtly moving out of your way, as if they’ve all learned to give you a wide berth for their own safety.

Casey is starting to suspect that you might be a legal genius trapped in the body of a chaotic mess. That’s the only explanation, right? Otherwise, there’s no way you’d have this job.

You finally reach the conference room and push the door open, except it doesn’t move because you’re pulling instead of pushing. You blink at it for a second, clearly confused, before switching tactics and shoving it open with an awkward laugh. Casey, standing right behind you, just closes her eyes and exhales slowly.

Inside, the room is already full of attorneys and detectives, papers spread out across the table. Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler sit on one side, their expressions unreadable, while some of the ADAs murmur amongst themselves. Casey takes a seat, watching as you drop your files onto the table with an unceremonious thump.

"Alright, folks," you say, clapping your hands together. "Let’s talk case strategy."

You don’t even notice that your coffee cup, which you set down a little too close to the edge, is teetering dangerously. Casey notices. And now, apparently, it’s her job to keep you from causing minor disasters, because she smoothly reaches over and slides the cup to safety before you can knock it onto a detective’s lap. You don’t even register it.

The meeting begins, and Casey is bracing for impact. But then something wild happens.

You start talking about the case, and it’s like flipping a switch.

Your previously scattered energy sharpens into focus as you flip through documents and analyze evidence with an alarming level of precision. You start throwing out legal strategies, breaking down arguments, and countering objections before anyone can even make them. Every time someone raises a concern, you have an answer ready—a good answer.

It’s terrifying.

Casey watches, stunned, as you pick apart a potential defense strategy like it’s nothing, completely in your element. You lean forward, tapping a document with your pen, your once-awkward movements now deliberate and confident. Even Stabler, who usually looks unimpressed by everything, is giving you an appraising nod.

This… this makes no sense.

Not even ten minutes ago, you were drinking orange juice coffee. You almost took yourself out by walking into a doorframe. And now you’re making legal arguments that even Casey wouldn’t have thought of?

Who are you?

Then, in the middle of a brilliant breakdown of jury strategy, you gesture a little too enthusiastically and send your pen flying across the table.

It lands in front of Olivia with a soft clink.

The room goes silent for a second.

You blink at it.

Then, with absolutely zero shame, you just point at Olivia and say, "That’s yours now."

Olivia snorts. The tension in the room breaks, and a few people chuckle. You just keep going like nothing happened, diving back into your strategy like the absolute menace you are.

Casey drops her head into her hand, suppressing a groan.

She has no idea how you exist, but she’s starting to suspect she’s never going to be bored again.

[discordiansamba]

thinking more thoughts about the aoex roleswap au

shura and rin likely have a more amicable relationship than yukio and shura do in canon. unfortunately this means this means that shura inevitably rubs off on rin the worst way possible. really just sort of enhances his already existing drive to ditch stuff that's not important to his main goal (protecting yukio).

shura, in a moment of clarity after she's freed from hachiro: *why* is he like that.

shura: ...oh no. it's my fault.

(don't worry shura, it's not entirely your fault.)

yukio is uh. more than willing to let shura just kill him when she isolates him for interrogation. those mental health problems? definitely still not over them. this is fine, he thinks. maybe rin can actually live his life for once.

shura doesn't do it, though. it would break rin.

(shura googling 'mental health tips for teens')

rin recognizing his crush on shiemi for what it is, but also quickly determining that yukio has feelings for her too- and they even seem to have a good mood between them! okay. he can step aside for his little brother. it'll be just like everything else.

(for once, it's not)

shiemi asks rin to the dance party at first, but he turns her down and suggest she should ask yukio instead... only for yukio to also reject shiemi. and for once in his life, rin gets angry at his brother.

(rin has to physically restrain himself from stepping in and helping during the exwire exam. this is fine. he's not supposed to help.)

rin wears the short coat version of the exorcist uniform. he does not really care that's more typically worn by women. the long one gets in the way!

shiro hearing that one of the pages has managed to summon a high level water demon during the test for tamer ability and is just like. huh. i wonder whose brat that was.

shiro: ...IT'S MY BRAT!?

rin: I'm calling her Levi. we're friends now! :)

shiro: ...yeah that's yuri's child alright. jesus christ.

yukio, upon realizing that after (gestures at the world's most traumatizing weekend) that he still has to get up on stage and make his speech as the first year representative: truly this is a hell of my own making

yukio, grabbing rin by the scruff of his jacket and dragging him back to their dorm room to forcibly make him study. i'm stronger than you nii-san. there's no escape

rin: wow... you really *are* a demon

yukio: you can wear short sleeves again, nii-san. you don't need to hide your tattoos from me. i know they're for work.

rin: oh phew! it was getting kind of hot.

their problems are both truly rooted in the fact that they actually care about each other a lot. rin's ready to sacrifice everything for yukio, and yukio would just like to disappear so rin can stop doing that, thanks.

(but at the same time, he doesn't actually want to die, in spite of everything. but that just makes him feel even worse.)

shura: listen. don't mention what happened to your eye to anyone until we figure out what's going on here.

rin: even to yukio?

shura: ESPECIALLY to yukio.

[tgmsunmontue]

🐶

Stuck with you (is that the elevator one??)

this is @jayjay-thejet-plane btw😁

@jayjay-thejet-plane you can have 234 words. And have the entire second part of the lift thing below. 🤦‍♀️ (Took me AGES to find the first part on tumblr...).

PART TWO

                “Wow, yeah, your life is about to really be hell. These your work buddies?”

                “Yeah. I normally work with Natasha.”

                “So, a good friend then?” Jake asks and Bradley nods, scrubbing at his face, but then he’s looking at Jake, eyes wide.

                “Are you… uh. Look. Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you single?”

                Jake can’t help the smirk, leans back and crosses his arms, glad he didn’t read that wrong.

                “Yes… for the moment.”

                “Great. Can you just… go along with me?”

                Jake blinks, because that is not getting asked out. He knows he’s attractive, would have bet good money that Bradley had been flirting with him a little and yet…

                “Uh. Go along with what exactly?” Jake asks.

                “You two gentlemen okay in there?”

                “We’re fine Nat.”

                “I have to ask Bradshaw…”

                “Bradshaw?” Jake asks, keeps his voice low, almost a whisper. Wonders if he’s going to help play a prank or something.

                “My last name,” Bradley whispers back, and he’s stepped in close, his breath ghosting over Jake’s neck, and he’s wrapping his arm around Jake’s waist and he has so many questions right now he doesn’t know where to start.

                “Oh… uh. What…”

                “Are we going up or down Trace?”

                “Neither. You’re actually stopped at a floor rather than in between. Just wait for us to check the emergency brakes and then we’ll open it up, get you out, then get to work.”

                “Uh…”

                “It’s fine. Standard practice.”

                Then the doors are opening, slowly and there is a woman wearing navy coveralls, toolbelt snug around her hips and a large toolbox at her feet standing there and Jake has never felt quite so judged in his life. Then the hatch above them is opening and a head is appearing.

                “Brakes are engaged. Think there’s been a motor failure. Bradley. Hi…”

                “Hey Bob… Can we get out now?” Bradley asks, the question aimed at Natasha who is slapping an out of order sign on the front panel

                “Yes,” Natasha says, but her eyes are narrowed and Jake doesn’t know what her problem is. Bradley hasn’t let go of him though, is almost plastered along his side and Jake wonders just what kind of friend Natasha is. Ex maybe? Jake can help with that.

                “Thanks Nat. Didn’t expect to see you this weekend…”

                “Clearly. This the guy you’re dating?”

                Jake doesn’t react, but it’s close. So fucking close and he’s glad Bradley gave him the heads up. It explains a little, and he recognises the hunted look in Bradley's eyes and he's only known the guy for a little more than an hour but he's willing to help a guy out.

                “I didn't think we were at the meeting friends stage..." Jake says, letting an eyebrow quirk up.

                “We… weren’t.”

                “I guess getting stuck in the lift kind of ruined that though. I’m Jake. And you must be Natasha…”

[vodika-vibes]

First of all i wanted to say i really admire your work and i love your writing style <3

Could you write a fic in which Rex fals in love with a Male Reader? He's a Jedi that survived the order and is found by the clone because he is searching for more survivors with Ahsoka, Wolffe, Gregor... and basically the reader sees Rex as his savior and admires him a lot because he managed to put him out of depression because his padawan died because in front of him after order 66. Also, reader fell first but rex fell harder, yk

Thank you in advice, i hope you enjoy this byeee <3 <3 <3

Welcome To My Life

Summary: After losing everything with the Jedi purge, including your Padawan, you were less living and more surviving on a day to day basis. And then you met Rex, a former Captain in the Clone Army, and somehow, things get better.

Pairing: Captain Rex x M! Jedi Reader

Word Count: 1433

Warnings: Mentions of Order 66, violence, mentions of domestic abuse

A/N: So, I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it anyway?

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You hate the cold.

Even when you were a kid, you hated the cold. You hated the bite against your skin, the way your nose would start running, and the way your eyes would sting from the cold.

Before the purge, when you still had a Padawan, you would tolerate it. She loved the cold, and the snow, and would call you a grump if you didn’t let her play in it for hours at a time.

But that was before.

Due to the injuries you received during the purge, the cold and the snow makes your leg ache in a way you’re never going to get used to. And you can’t look at a snowy scene without remembering the sight of her blood pooling on snow.

Your survival was happenstance.

You wish, to this day, that you had died and your apprentice had lived. The galaxy is lesser with her loss. And you miss her in your every waking moment.

But, you no longer grieve for her like you did right after the purge.

Oh, you still mourn, she had been so young and so bright after all, but her loss no longer feels like a death sentence hanging over your head. And you can attribute that to one person specifically.

Captain Rex, formerly of the 501st, found you by chance. At least, that’s what he claims. You’ve been a Jedi long enough to know that chance doesn’t exist, not really.

So, that’s how you found yourself in this situation. Playing mentor to young Jedi who lost their Masters, and offering advice to the clones who are trying, so hard, to recover their brothers from the iron grip of the Empire.

“You alright?” You’re pulled from your musings when you hear Rex’s voice, and you open your eyes to shoot him a confused look, “You’ve been rubbing your knee for the last 15 minutes.” He clarifies as he sits on the cushion across from you with an awkward grimace.

“Ah,” You glance at your hand, and then pull it away from your leg, “The cold doesn’t do me any favors.” Your smile becomes a little wry, “I’m afraid I’m getting old, Captain.”

Rex rolls his eyes, “Spare me,” but there’s a smile on his face, “You’re hardly old. You shouldn’t have put off getting your knee treated for so long.”

“Wow, what a long way to call me an idiot.”

“Okay, you’re an idiot.”

“Are you allowed to talk to me like that?”

“I’ll talk to you however I want. You’re an idiot and you need to know it.” Rex points out, “After all, you could do your meditations inside, where the heat is, but no. You have to meditate outside.”

“It’s important to have a connection to nature—” You try to lecture, but you’re stopped when Rex holds up his hand.

“I think you just like torturing yourself, and this,” he gestures to the open garden, “is your idea of penance.”

You twist your lips, “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean you should say it.”

Once again, Rex rolls his eyes, “Come on, handsome. Let’s get you inside before you turn into an ice cube.” He gets to his feet and offers you his hand, which you gratefully take.

When you were a child, your Master harped on about how falling in love was a sin. You learned, as you got older, that your Master was trying to ease his guilty conscious by giving you a complex about interpersonal relationships. It took you years of therapy to come to terms with the fact that your Master had been gaslighting you your entire childhood.

To this day, you don’t trust your memory on a lot of things.

But, the important thing that you have managed to come to terms with is the knowledge that falling in love isn’t the crime you were made to believe it was.

Which is a good thing, because slowly you’ve found yourself falling in love with the blond man walking with you. It’s a quiet, gentle thing. Burning like a candle deep in your heart.

You’ve already meditated on it and everything.

You’re in no danger of becoming Attached to Rex. Because you want him to be happy, more than anything else. And if his happiness means that he’s not with you, then so be it.

Love is, at it’s core, selfless. It’s a shame your Master never understood that.

“You’re thinking too much again,” Rex says as he bumps your shoulder with his, “You have that line on your brow.”

“I was thinking about my Master.”

“Oh,” Rex pauses, “You’ve never mentioned your Master before?” There’s an unspoken question in his words, and you smile.

“No need to fret, Captain. My Master died of Cancer when I was a teenager, he didn’t die from the purge.”

Rex pauses, “Would you think I’m awful if I say, ‘thank the force’, about that?”

You laugh, your head falling back, “Not at all.”

“Well, good.” He sounds a little flustered for a moment, but you neatly ignore it. He’s allowed his private emotions, after all.

“My Master was a deeply flawed man,” You say lightly, “I promised myself that I would never treat my Padawan the way he treated me. And I like to think that I accomplished that, before she died.” You pause, “Well, she was never afraid of me, at least.”

“You were afraid of your Master?”

You hum thoughtfully, tapping your fingers in a silent rhythm against your thigh, “Not afraid, so much as tense. He was a very stern man, you see. And his punishments could be extreme. I was never physically harmed, of course, the Council watched him too closely for that. But emotional and mental abuse doesn’t leave any physical marks.”

“So, why were you thinking about him?”

“Hm?” You blink at him for a moment, “Oh! Right! My Master used to harp on and on about how Jedi are forbidden from love and intimacy.”

“Right. The Attachment thing.”

You wave your hand dismissively, “Any Jedi worth their weight in gold can tell you that Love and Attachment aren’t the same thing,” You reply, “No, my Master had three wives and three additional girlfriends who didn’t know about each other. Or the fact that he was a Jedi.”

Rex stumbles over his feet, “He what?”

“Oh, yeah. And a dozen or so kids bouncing around out there. After he died, it was a whole mess because I was his only legal heir, the Jedi Lawyers had to gent involved because I was a 16 year old boy and getting harassed by women in their 40s.” You shake your head, “I owe Master Kenobi so much for helping me handle that.”

“I mean...are they still harassing you?”

“...You know. I think they think I’m dead.” You muse thoughtfully, “But they never did like me, much. I was living proof that they didn’t know their husband like they thought they did.”

Rex shakes his head, “Man, General Skywalker never told me about that—”

“Well,” You pause before continuing, delicately, “Anakin was rather...self-invested, my situation had nothing to do with him, so he likely didn’t care.”

“...ouch.”

“Not to worry, Captain. I won’t speak of word of this to Ahsoka.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she already knows.” Rex sighs and rubs the back of his head, “Anyway, why were you thinking about your Master?”

“Oh.” You glance at him, “That’s simple, it’s because I’m falling in love with you.”

And maybe, just maybe, you should have timed that better because Rex trips over his own feet again and crashes into a wall.

“...Are you alright, Captain?”

He presses his hands over his face, though it does nothing to hide the color on his neck or the way his ears are burning, “Really? Just like that?”

“Would you like me to take it back?” You ask, bemused.

“...I didn’t say that. Just—” He trails off, and drops his hands, “People normally don’t just drop that on unsuspecting people.”

You tilt your head, “Oh. Sorry.”

“You are not.”

“No, I’m really not.”

Rex stares at you for a moment, and then he lets out a quiet laugh, “Do you want to go get dinner or something?”

“Captain, are you asking me on a date?”

“Or something, yeah.”

A small grin lifts your lips, “Sounds like fun. Are you going to trip over your feet every time I say I love you?”

“Don’t kriffing tempt me. Dick.”

For the first time, in a long time, you realize that you feel happy. And it’s all because of him.

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[keferon]

Two Peas in a Pod: part 4/?

Hopefully the dialog isn't confusing.

______________________________

"Still dizzy?" 

"Not really," Jazz answered with a comfortable smile, though stole a quick glance over to the gate. The first since Blaster had arrived for the morning routine. The other mer wasn't awake yet last he saw, but he was shifting more. The medication had obviously long worn off by now, but Jazz still hoped they weren't in too much pain. 

But Blaster noticed and it prompted him to pause his checks to ask, "did he wake up last night?" 

"Kinda? He could have been talking in his sleep though." 

"Hm, there's a good chance he'll be up soon, then." 

Jazz's expression of his usual cheerfulness shifted, just slightly and if it had been anyone other than Blaster, they would have missed it. He flipped the clipboard over in his lap and rested his elbows against his crossed legs. 

"You're nervous," Blaster pointed out gently and gave Jazz an encouraging smile. "Is this about their injuries, or is this about making a friend?" 

The mer's face soured and he looked away. "I thought I wasn't supposed to ask." 

"That was about the gate, and I'm sorry about that." It was just the two of them on the pier, but Blaster still practised a surveying sweep of the area with what looked like stretching. Then with a lower voice, he continued, "The Vet Chief wanted to fully isolate them from you, to keep them in a transfer-crate, at least until the injuries had a low risk of reopening. I argued that it would put them under a lot of undue stress, and you because you knew the Mer was here. Which is part of why it took so long for–" 

"–and it's fine to say this now?" Jazz snapped and turned back to him with a small scowl. 

"Jazz, how many staff members were in your area yesterday? When we talked about the gate?" 

He paused, trying to recall. Blaster was with him and the group that went into the bay had five… seven? 

"There was thirteen, Jazz," he supplied, knowing that any answer coming would be incorrect. It was a lot of people, and with Blaster already known for making waves on the regular, the sudden addition had eyes and ears on him. That, and because he had fought so hard against the 'great idea' brought up in the first meeting after emergency treatment had ended. "You didn't even clock the vet on standby at the pier entrance." 

Jazz huffed and laid out flat, resting his chin on his crossed arms. Okay, so he wasn’t paying attention to who was around. "Then what is it about the gate? I get the bit about climbing the walls, but…" 

"That one is on me, I was – am – being overly cautious. Not of you, but of others misunderstanding your excitement or anxiety as aggression. And I know how persistent you can be when something catches your interest. But that's not the point, what is, is that if the team reports you showing signs of aggression, they'll… remove him." 

Now looking worried, Jazz glanced from Blaster to the gate. "But what if he shows aggression?" 

"We're expecting that, at least at first." Blaster wanted to reassure him, but there were still too many unknown variables. "Unknown place with an unfamiliar face, and likely limited communication. There is bound to be backlash." 

Jazz looked down with an expression of growing despair, before dropping his face against his arms. His words muffled, "so whether he stays or not depends on me being able to talk with him." 

Blaster reached out and placed his hand on the orca's shoulder. "Listen, buddy, this might be hard to hear. But let me explain, okay? … So far it looks like there are no issues and the current plan is to have him released once he recovers." As he feels Jazz tense, Blaster frowns in understanding and begins to rub his shoulder to comfort him. "There is only one reason that the aquarium wouldn't go through with it, and honestly, I don't want that to happen. It's all sorts of fucked up and would only make things worse– but I don't want you to distance yourself from him. I want you to try and befriend him." 

"… why," Jazz asked weakly, cursing him for telling him the truth – for reminding him of the truth – for breaking his small piece of hope of not being alone anymore. If he was going to be taken away, if he was just going to lose him no matter what, then it would hurt less if he just ignored him. 

All sorts of answers bounce around in Blaster's mind. From wishful thinking – because I want you to go with him. To long term goals – anything we could learn could help Mers everywhere. But he settled on as close to the truth as he could. "Because I'm trying to make sure that no matter what happens, it's the best result for both of you. But I can't do that if the two of you can't at least work together. So, I'm asking you to try." 

"Right," because he doesn't need to be kept here to survive… he just needs time to heal. Where I – "–right. Okay, I'll try… but where do I even start?" Jazz took a deep breath to compose himself before he lifted his head. 

"Well, why don't we see if sleepy-head is waking up? Maybe he'd like breakfast." Blaster offered, first with a reassuring smile, but then twisted it into something more mischievous. "And maybe you could find out if he's got a beautiful name, too." 

It took a second to realize what Blaster was getting at, and for the first time in his life Jazz felt bashful. "W-what are you talking about?" He hid it terribly. 

"He's beautiful~" he whispered dramatically, and Blaster learned that mers could in fact blush. 

— 

When Blaster left to get food for the wild mer, Jazz calmly made his way over to the view port. Only to be taken by surprise, he was looking directly at Jazz. Though, glaring, might be more accurate with how his face was pulled tight with focus and the sheer intensity of his stare. 

But otherwise, they were completely calm. Jazz wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Yet, it didn't stop his nervous excitement from returning. He waved with one of his best smiles – one without teeth – and greeted him with a friendly, "hello!" 

What he got in return was a slightly more intense furrowing of their brow – irritation or confusion? 

"Oh! Sorry, habit." Jazz switched to mer. {Hi!} 

The tension didn't leave his face, but there was slight movement and, again, Jazz didn't know how to interpret that. But he did answer, {||၊|။||||•။၊|။|။|၊|။||၊၊၊|?} 

"Uh…" Yep, didn't understand any of that. 

Then the door opened on the edge behind them and Jazz for a moment thought that it would startle the wild mer. But they didn't even flinch. And while their eyes remained on him, Jazz was fairly sure now that they had been using their sonar to track the human's movement. 

"Are they still asleep?" Blaster asked, puzzled. 

"Nope, very much awake." He shifted lower to try and get more than the man's boots in his sight. 

"Ah…" He sounded uneasy and began to make small careful steps around the edge closer to Jazz while he spoke as calmly as possible. "Well, I'm going to keep talking, just so you don't think I'm trying to sneak up on you." 

When he reached the point where he was straight across from the wild mer, they lifted their head to turn their glare on the human. Blaster to his credit did not flinch, but he did freeze. "Whoa– that's – wow, t-that's quite the look." 

A series of slow clicks came from them, but their lips did not move. Jazz didn't think it was echo-speak, as it reminded him of his own searching clicks when he was trying to get a better picture. "Oh! I think he's trying to see what you have." 

The wild mer glanced to Jazz, becoming silent once more before looking back up at Blaster. 

"Fair enough, alright new buddy, I'm going to be real slow about it okay?" Back to narrating his actions calmly as he knelt down. Showing the long pole with a thin, blunt hook, "just an arm I don't mind losing if you decide that you don't like the breakfast I brought," and poured out the fish from the bucket. 

Still the wild mer glared, unblinking and watching every little movement. 

"Okay… I'm not sure what to make of this, so far everything has been nothing like previous encounters." 

"Ya, didn't you say he'd be freaking out?" 

"You got anything to calm or reassure our new buddy here that I ain't going to hurt him?" Blaster was doing his absolute best at trying to remain calm, but even his hands were starting to tremble under the pressure the wild mer was giving him. He wasn't even moving, just watching, but it felt like the human was being stalked. 

Honestly, Blaster was probably one bad move from being lunged at. Though, if that was the case, he had maybe one chance to get away. The hammock would throw him off on the first strike, the supports could probably take two or four hard thrashings before it snapped under the mer's strength. Injuries be damned, this mer was in peak physical condition. 

Jazz gave a small chirp to try and gain the other's attention, and failed, but continued with trying to talk. {It's okay, you're safe.} 

He was given a very tiny dip of his finial facing the gate – a tell that he had heard him? 

{You're safe,} Jazz repeated. 

The mer didn't look away, but he did at least respond. {•၊၊|•|၊|။။၊|။•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။•၊|။•၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|။•} Though, far too fast for Jazz attempt to understand. 

"I'm hoping you two are talking about your favourite fish." Blaster joked to cover his nervousness. 

Jazz sighed and admitted the truth, "I haven't a clue to what they're talking about…" 

"Just let me know if I should run, kay?" He shifted slowly on his knees, trying to find a comfortable spot without making himself too vulnerable. 

But Jazz hadn't given up yet. {Hungry?} He tried instead. 

More chirps and clicking that didn't translate. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} 

The heavy huff that came from them caused Blaster to flinch, but the mer finally focused on Jazz. There was clear irritation in their face now on top of glaring. And the damns broke, he started ranting at him loudly. 

"Hey, don't yell at me, I'm trying okay!?" Jazz glared back, not backing down. Though wasn't all that intimidating with him just having a little porthole to look through. 

"Jazz, buddy, please don't aggravate him." He, after all, was the one in the room with the wild mer. 

"He fuckn' started it!" 

Silence came quickly as the wild mer plunked his face into the soft floaty that had been his pillow. Blaster would have found it utterly hilarious if not fearing for his life currently. With another heavy and long huff, the wild mer looked back at Jazz, still glaring, but slightly less than before. {•|||။||||။၊|။•၊၊||၊|။? Yes? No?} 

Jazz blinked at him for a moment, depending on the question, no could be a yes. {No…?} He answered tentatively instead. 

{It's safe? Yes? No?} And he pointed his nose towards Blaster briefly, but clearly wasn't happy about it. 

{Yes!} Jazz nodded vigorously and smiled for extra encouragement. Out of all the staff, Blaster was safe, Jazz held some trust in the human after all. {[Blaster] safe.} 

"What about me?" 

"He asked if you're safe and I told him you were. Relax a bit or something to show him." 

Easier said than done. Blaster cursed, but did his best to ease the tension from his shoulders and smile a little. Even, daring to slowly lift a hand to wave. 

The mer did not seem convinced, but his glare lessened some more and looked over the human with more curiosity than before. 

{Hungry? Yes? No?} Jazz tried again. 

There was a long pause, but they sighed and answered. {… yes.} 

"Progress!" He cheered and then stuck his hand through the little window. "Blaster, hand me one of the fish. He's hungry, but I have a feeling that he'll trust you more if he sees me eat what you have." 

"Okay." He made sure that it was clear as possible what his intentions were. Taking a fish under the gills, Blaster looped the blunt hook in and out the mouth. Then, very slowly, began to feed the length of the pole towards Jazz's waiting hand. Once Jazz felt the tail touch his palm, he grabbed it and waited until Blaster twisted enough for the fish to slip free. Then the pole was just as slowly drawn back. 

The whole time the wild mer watching the exchange intensely. 

Jazz pulled the fish over to his side, chirped for the other's attention before he swallowed it whole. Smiling once more as he said, {safe.} 

Blaster had to admit, he was surprised when the mer shifted slightly in the hammock, and then cautiously held out his right hand. The glare never left, but this one felt like a threat, that if he messed this chance up, there would not be another. 

Though this was the first time Jazz had been able to see any of his injuries. The colourful tape-bandages almost covered every inch of his skin from his hand up to his bicep. It reminded him that just yesterday he had been mortally wounded. Which was probably a key reason the wild mer seemed so calm, they had only started to recover and every action was either painful or exhausting. Likely both.

Jazz watched closely as Blaster went through all the careful steps as he had with Jazz and held the fish out. The only difference, was that the human's grip was loose, just in case the wild mer decided to try and yank him into the water with it. But they didn't, doing exactly as they saw before, allowing Blaster to release the fish and retreat. The whole process was so slow that the wild mer's arm started to shake from being held out. 

But both Jazz and Blaster let out a breath of relief as there had been no backlash. 

He eyed the fish in his grip with a mild sneer before he swallowed it and then held out his shaky hand for another. It was clear that the pain was getting to him, but nothing in his expression showed weakness. 

The feeding got easier and quicker as Blaster relaxed a bit, not fearing that a normal pace would come off as threatening to the wild mer. 

When the shaking got bad enough, the mer rested his arm back in the hammock, but kept his eyes on the remaining fish. As if to convey he wasn't finished, just needed a break. Blaster was more than happy to comply and gave him a few praises, even if they didn't understand. 

"Hey," Jazz called gently, chirping for the other's attention. He waited until they looked his way, then pointed at himself. "Jazz," and then to the human, "Blaster," and back to himself once more, "Jazz," before pointing to the other mer with a questioning tilt of his head. He hoped it was clear what he was asking for. 

When the silence stretched on for a bit, the human also joined in. "Blaster," to himself and to his mer, "Jazz." 

There was a brief moment that Jazz could see that they were working over something, opening their mouth a few times before the sound of a sharp zip came out. "… 'tzz?" 

Jazz snorted, before breaking into a few chuckles. "Ya, missing the Ja, but you'll get there. I'm Jazz." He placed a hand over his heart. 

The gesture was reflected, {•၊||၊။} 

It was his turn to try and work out the sound in his head. Jazz tried the word out soundlessly on his tongue once. It was like a popping roll? {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊?} 

{•၊||၊။} they repeated, firmly correcting him. 

"Nice to meet ya, {•၊||၊၊၊၊၊}!" While the mer scowled at him for not even trying to fix his pronunciation, Jazz just smiled brightly.  

"So... what is his name?" Blaster asked for a translation, very interested in the development between them.  

Jazz laughed, "I have no idea." 

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Don't ask about my attempt to make sound-wave-like-text, it's gibberish, lol, and going forward only •၊||၊။ (Prowl) & •၊||၊၊၊၊၊ (Prowler) will be used until Jazz has a English (common?) name to attach an understanding to.

Keferon, I just wanted to say that every comment or tag you leave on the fic is like serotonin being injected into my veins. Every silly little image is like rolling down a grassy hill in the warm sun while I laugh with manic joy. When you add art, it's like an adrenaline shot to the heart that makes me want to run across the globe just to frantically wave hello with both hands, give you a hug and run back to get started on the next part.

And the next part will be Prowl joining Jazz in the main pool and Jazz learning just how fast he is, even while injured. >:)c

-GLC

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Me looking in my inbox and seeing that there's two peas in a po

Odjndgdjdkfhdkm PLEASE. Blaster is so nervous EVERYONE IS SO NERVOUS Ooohhhnooo he's gonna freak out and kill everything he can reach oh no we all know how all those wild stupid creatures are oh no watch out While Prowl is trying to blow their pancakes with mind

And I juswannasay I love it so much ehehejgknfbfkdn THE SOUND WAVE SPEACH? I LOVE THE LOOK OF IT EHEHEH

Always a big fan of creative ways of showing imaginary languages. This thing?? ||ll•|Il It looks hella stylish >:O

Aaannnndd I got excited and made some art hehe

[sainz100]

Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x

[silverselfshippingchaos]

he's such a fucking hater man

[romantically-yours]

Thinking about that time in 6th when me and my friend at the time were just casually talking about how oh when we grow up we should just move to the French countryside together

[bitterrfruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

[harrysfolklore]

the universe needs leclerc!sister x harry. by the universe i mean me

kiss a musician - hs

summary: harry wants to date yn leclerc. the only girl out of the four leclerc siblings. her older brother who happens to be a formula 1 driver is not happy about it folkie radio: guys you have no idea how nervous i am of posting this idk why 😭😭 i really hope you like this otherwise i'll feel silly okay

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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ynleclerc hot girls cry on their birthday 💌

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username1 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE LECLERC

username2 she’s the moment

scuderiaferarri Happy Birthday, Ferrari queen ❤️♥︎ by author

username3 AHH WE SHARE THE SAME BIRTHDAY

pierregasly Wow! I still remember when you were a little kid and you wanted to play with Charles’ kart. Happy birthday 🎉 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram when you and charles rocked justin bieber haircuts. cheers

↳ username1 HEEELP

carmenmmundt Happy birthday gorgeous gorgeous girl ✨ ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram love youuu ty 💓

pascale_leclerc Joyeux anniversaire ma petite fille ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl Stop growing up right now 🥲🥲 ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 the leclercs are cry babies when it comes to her

arthur_leclerc It’s giving old lady

↳ ynleclerc stfu you’re like 5

↳ username2 LOVE THEMMM

alexandrasaintmleux My girl ❣️ ♥︎ by author

landonorris HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE 😍 getting more gorgeous by the second ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 LANDO YOU’RE ON MAIN

↳ charles_leclerc How many times do I have to tell you to back off?

↳ username2 CHILL

lilyhme happy birthdayyy beauty, can’t wait to celebrate tonight 🕺♥︎ by author

↳ alexandrasaintmleux She has no idea of the surprise that’s coming her way

↳ ynleclerc JUST TELL ME ALREADY

charles_leclerc Happy birthday petite soeur, you might be older now but you’ll always be our baby ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 AWEEE

↳ username2 protective big bro

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charles_leclerc I’ll always look after you. Joyeux anniversaire ma petite soeur ❤️

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username1 AWEEE

username2 MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 ♥︎ by author

carlossainz55 Happy birthday @ynleclerc 🎉

username3 charles adores her so much i can’t do this

landonorris happy birthday (again) i hope you got my flowers @ynleclerc 😘

↳ charles_leclerc That’s it.

↳ ynleclerc HE DIDNT SEND ME ANYTHING HES JUST MESSING WITH YOU FFS 😭

↳ username1 HELP MEEEEEEEEEE

username4 what is HARRY STYLES doing in the likes

↳ username1 charles x harry lore is real

ynleclerc Love you forever 💓 ♥︎ by author

lorenzotl Before both of you became annoying teenagers

↳ ynleclerc stfu you’re like 50

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harryupdates Harry performing at a private event in Monaco tonight !

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username1 WTF?????

username2 WHATS GOING ONNNNN

username3 GOD I MISSED HIM SO MUCH

username4 someone dig in more information bc wtffff

username5 MONACO OUT OF ALL PLACES THATS SO RANDOM

username6 YALL I HAVE INFO!! apparently this is charles leclerc’s (formula 1 ferrari driver) sister’s bday party

↳ username1 OMFGGG

↳ username2 THIS CROSSOVER

↳ username3 imagine having a rich brother who can get harry styles to perform at your birthday party

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ynleclerc BEST PARTY EVER 😭😭 thank you to my angels @/charles_leclerc @/alexandrasaintmleux for putting this together for me, HARRY STYLES ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME ???? love you all so much 💓💓

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username1 OMFGGGG

username2 OH TO BE YN LECLERC

oscarpiastri Coolest party ever 🤘♥︎ by author

username3 imagine being rich and pretty and having a rich and pretty brother who hires harry styles to perform at your party

arthur_leclerc Your gift from me was a Chanel purse, where is my post?

↳ ynleclerc sorry turtur but harry styles > chanel purse

↳ arthur_leclerc Fine I agree, Harry Styles is out of this world

username4 IT GIRL FR FR

francisca.cgomes I’m still hungover ♥︎ by author, iamrebeccad, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe

↳ iamrebeccad Same

↳ ynleclerc come to my place let’s bed rot together ♥︎ by francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

↳ username1 i just want to be one of them 😩

username5 charles really got HARRY STYLES like antisocial harry styles who never leaves the house to perform at his little sister’s wedding. wow

username6 THIS IS FOR THE F1 x HARRY GIRLIES

alexandrasaintmleux You deserve it my gorgeous girl ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ ynleclerc you’re my favorite human on earth

↳ charles_leclerc I paid for the entire thing…

↳ ynleclerc did i ask?

↳ username1 LOVE THEM 😭

harrystyles Happy birthday again, YN. It was a pleasure to meet you and your brothers. Big love to the entire family x ♥︎ by author, charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc

↳ username1 HARRYYYYY

↳ username2 we NEED to see that harry x charles pic

↳ charles_leclerc Thank you for the performance, mate 🙌

↳ username3 this is still surreal to me

↳ ynleclerc best birthday thanks to youuuu ❣️

↳ username1 charles or harry?

↳ yourinstagram harry ofc

lorenzotl Love you so much, little one 💓 ♥︎ by author

landonorris When your babe posts you on main 😍 ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 LANDOOOO😭

↳ username2 i love their friendship and how they mess around to piss charles off

↳ ynleclerc my main bitch 😘

↳ charles_leclerc I’m logging out now

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ynleclerc anything interesting happening in monza this weekend?

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username1 COOL GIRL

username2 if charles doesn’t win then we don’t care ♥︎ by author

arthur_leclerc Is that my hoodie?

↳ ynleclerc whoops

iamrebeccad You’re hanging out with me 🥰 ♥︎ by author

↳ carmenmmundt And me ♥︎ by author

↳ ynleclerc highlight of my weekend

username3 FORZA FERRARI

↳ ynleclerc forza charles*

↳ username1 REAL

landonorris Papaya looks better on you babe 🤩

↳ username1 sometimes idk if lando is just joking or if he’s being fr

↳ ynleclerc NO

↳ charles_leclerc I’m in your walls

username4 HARRY IN THE LIKES ???

charles_leclerc Ma petite soeur always supportive ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ ynleclerc im here for other reasons

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ynleclerc HE WON 🥺🥺 i’ve never felt prouder of being your sister, you teach me what being resilient and fighting for your dreams means. IL PREDESTINATO. THE KING OF MONZA. FIER DE TOIN TOUJOURS

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username1 AWEEEEE

username2 THE LECLERCS MAKING ME CRY TODAY

scuderiaferrari It's in his blood ❤️

username3 the way she was crying and hugging arthur when the camera showed them THE LECLERC SIBLINGS HAVE MY HEART ♥︎ by author

alexandrasaintmleux 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ♥︎ by author

username4 BEST RACE EVER

landonorris I'll win more races for you babe 😘 ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 LANDO STOP

↳ ynleclerc you're all talk and no trousers

↳ username2 i love their friendship sm

harrystyles Congratulations @/charles_leclerc! ♥︎ by author, charles_leclerc

↳ username2 hARRY STYLES???

↳ username3 THIS IS SO RANDOM WTF

↳ username4 LSJSAFH WHAT??

↳ username5 I guess he became with the leclercs after the party 😭

↳ charles_leclerc Wow thank you mate! ♥︎ by harrystyles

charles_leclerc Je t'aime petite soeur ❤️ ♥︎ by ynleclerc

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harryupdates Harry having in dinner in Italy tonight !

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username1 BABYYYY

username2 italyrry lives

username3 IS HE ON A DATE

username4 BUUUB

username5 i was there and he was with a girl 👀

↳ username1 hello spill the deets ??

↳ username2 HUH

↳ username5 the girl was really pretty and they were chatting and laughing all night long, they looked cute

↳ username3 IM PANICKING NOW

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carmenmmundt Omg you went on a date !! So happy for you beauty ✨

↳ ynleclerc love youuu carm

francisca.cgomes THATS MY BABYYY who’s the lucky guy?

↳ ynleclerc can’t say yet 🤫🤫

alex_albon Charles won’t like this..

↳ ynleclerc he doesn’t have to know

landonorris NOOOO YOU’RE MY BABE

landonorris WHO’S THAT????

↳ ynleclerc that’s a secret i’ll never tell

harrystyles ❤️

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harryupdates Harry out and about in Monaco today !

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username1 BABYYY

username2 HE LOOKS SO RICH???

username3 ooohhh is monaco the new italy ??

username4 THE OUTFIT IM SALIVATING

username5 dilf dilf

username6 singlerry is the best thing ever

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ynleclerc happy ❤️

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username1 OMG BABY LECLERC HAS A BOYFRIEND ??

username2 PRETTYYY

francisca.cgomes 😍😍 my baby! ♥︎ by author

username3 BRO CHARLES IS NOT GOING TO LIKE THIS

username4 WAITING FOR CHARLES’ MELTDOWN

lorenzotl Wow I didn’t know about this, I’m happy for your, soeur 🤍 ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 the only sane leclerc ♥︎ by author

↳ charles_leclerc Don’t support this

landonorris BABE?? ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 OMFG THE FLOWERS COULD BE FROM LANDO

↳ username2 LANDOYN IS REAL

leclerc_pascale ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ charles_leclerc Don’t support this

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹🥹 ♥︎ by author

↳ charles_leclerc Don’t support this

↳ username3 HELP CHARLES IS SO ANNOYING

arthur_leclerc EXCUSE ME WHEN WAS THIS

↳ ynleclerc just flowers turtur

username5 CHARLES WAS FOUND SOBBING

username6 HARRY IN THE LIKES

charles_leclerc YN Pascale Leclerc, answer your phone right this second

↳ username1 NOT THE FULL GOVERNMENT NAME

↳ username2 PROTECTIVE BRO

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ynleclerc but god i love the english ‼️‼️

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username1 OMG

username2 AHH I FEEL LIKE SHES DATING LANDO

carmenmmundt 🤍🤍 ♥︎ by author

username3 HOW DID CHARLES ALLOW THIS

leclerc_pascale Belle 💕♥︎ by author

username4 HOLD ON. THATS HARRY STYLES IN THE SECOND PIC??

↳ username1 YOU’RE RIGHT THOSE ARE HIS TATTOOS

↳ username2 OH LORD

arthur_leclerc JUST SPILL

↳ username1 yn not telling her brothers anything is so 😭

username4 someone put charles on a straightjacket

username5 so yn is dating either lando norris or harry styles ?? what an icon

landonorris YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY BABE IDC 😤

↳ username1 SO ITS NOT LANDO

↳ ynleclerc dude give it up

gemmastyles 💓♥︎ by author

↳ username1 OH

↳ username2 STYLES-LECLERC CONFIRMED

username6 CHARLES IS RADIO SILENT THIS IS SCARY

alexandrasaintmleux Prettiest girl forever 🥰 i’m happy for you ♥︎ by author

↳ username3 charles is single now

lorenzotl Petite soeur! Your happiness is mine 🙌 ♥︎ by author

↳ ynleclerc 🥹

↳ username1 lorenzo is such a supportive big brother :(

charles_leclerc You’re not allowed to leave the house once you’re back in Monaco

↳ username1 HEEELP

↳ username2 HES SO DAMN ANNOYING

↳ username3 POOR YN

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harryupdates Harry out in London today!

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username1 BUBBBB

username2 WHOS THAT

username3 guys guys yn leclerc had that same outfit on her last insta story

username4 THATS YN LECLERC 😭

username5 HARRYYN STYLECLERC CONFIRMED

username6 bro how did this happen…

username7 that’s why he performed at her birthday and he kept going to monaco OMG

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francisca.cgomes 😂😂😂😂😂

alexandrasaintmleux He has his phone with him now

↳ ynleclerc i’ve muted the groupchat for my own sanity

alex_albon You’re going to give your brother a heart attack…

↳ ynleclerc that’s not on me he’s just dramatic

landonorris HARRY STYLES ????? HOW?????

↳ ynleclerc you don’t think i’m capable of pulling him?

↳ landonorris yes you are 😩

↳ landonorris you’ll always be my babe tho

harrystyles Don’t joke about that love I’ve been panicking all day

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mitchrowland And one of them can run you over with a Ferrari, by the way

↳ harrystyles This is not helping my case

jefezoff 😂😂😂😂😂

gemmastyles You’ll survive brother (hopefully)

niallhoran YOOO you and Leclerc’s sister? How did that happen

↳ harrystyles I’ll tell you about it if i make it out alive after family dinner

ynleclerc you’re a cutie

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ynleclerc 💋

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username1 OMFG

username2 SHES INSANE

username3 GIRLLL ADDRESS THE RUMORS

gerogerussell63 🤣🤣🤣

alex_albon You're really going to give your brother a heart attack...

↳ ynleclerc he'll survive

↳ username1 THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

username4 THE HARRY LIKE PLEASE HES NOT SURVIVING THAT FIRST DINNER

username5 the vintage racing jacket and the shirt SHE KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING

arthur_leclerc DISGUSTING

↳ username1 HEEEELPPP

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gossiphub The Leclerc family was seen out to dinner in Monaco tonight, joined by Harry Styles, who's dating YN Leclerc

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username1 OOOHHH MY GOD

username2 IT HAPPENED

username3 i can only imagine the talk charles gave to harry

username4 DID HARRY MAKE IT OUT ALIVE

username5 oh im praying for harry

username6 STYLECLERC IS ALIVE

username7 meeting her brothers 😭😭😭 i cant

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yourinstagram dinner update: he made it out alive

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username1 AHHHH

username2 THIS HARD LAUNCH

alex_albon 😂😂😂😂😂

username3 i just need to know how that dinner went

↳ ynleclerc enzo was a sweetheart as always, arthur was a fanboy the entire time and charles couldn't stop yapping about driving fast cars in order to scare harry

↳ username1 HEEEEEELPPP

pierregasly Now he needs to meet your chosen brothers

↳ ynleclerc NO

↳ francisca.cgomes Leave her alone ♥︎ by author

landonorris This is who took my babe away from me? 😩

↳ harrystyles Proudly ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 OMFGGGGGG

↳ username3 THIS IS TOO GOOD

↳ landonorris Can't even complain you're cool as hell mate

lorenzotl He's part of our family now ♥︎ by author, harrystyles

↳ charles_leclerc 😵

↳ arthur_leclerc CRY CHARLES

harrystyles First Leclerc dinner done. Now I need to survive my first Grand Prix ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 IM YELLING

↳ username2 OMFG HARRY AT A GP

↳ charles_leclerc See you in the Paddock, mAtE

↳ ynleclerc LEAVE MY BOYFRIEND ALONE

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charles_leclerc Ma petite soeur pour toujours ❤️🤷‍♂️

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username1 AWEEE

username2 he's such a big brother

alexandrasaintmleux My 🤍🤍 ♥︎ by author

username3 i wish my brothers loved me

pierregasly Everyone needs to watch out for Charles when he's in big brother mode ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 tell that to harry styles

scuderiaferrari Name a more iconic duo ❤️

username4 I NEED TO KNOW HOW THEIR CONVERSATION WENT LIKE

arthur_leclerc I'll always be on your side @/harrystyles ♥︎ by ynleclerc, harrystyles

↳ username1 HEEEEELPPP

↳ username2 ARTHUR IS SUCH A FAN

↳ lorenzotl Same 🙌

↳ username3 HELP CHARLES IS ON HIS OWN

↳ ynleclerc my favorite brothers 🤍🤍

↳ harrystyles Thank you, Arthur and Lorenzo. I can't wait for golf this weekend x ♥︎ by arthur_leclerc, lorenzotl, ynleclerc

↳ username4 OMG HE HAS PLANS WITH THE LECLERCS YALL

↳ charles_leclerc I think I just got kicked out of my own family

ynleclerc you’re annoying and want to scare my boyfriend away, but i love you ♥︎ by author

↳ username1 they’re the besttt

[paucubarsisimp]

attention

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: in which lando and your son are fighting for your attention

warnings: two very clingy babies

a/n: first f1 fanfic! lmk what you guys think!

the house is eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of the tv in the background. you’re curled up on the couch, flicking through a magazine, legs tucked beneath you. it’s one of those rare moments when everything feels calm—well, that’s about to change. because in this house, peace never lasts long.

theo, your five-year-old, suddenly bursts into the room, his little footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. he’s clutching a set of plastic blocks, face bright with excitement. “mummy, look! i built the biggest tower!” he exclaims, holding them up in front of you like a trophy, his wide eyes pleading for your praise.

you glance up and smile, your heart melting just a little at his enthusiasm. “wow, theo! that’s amazing! you worked so hard on it.”

just as you’re about to reach for the blocks to take a closer look, lando strolls in, hair still damp from his shower, a towel around his neck. he scans the room and spots you on the couch. his eyes gleam mischievously, and before you know it, he’s leaning toward you. “hey, that’s my spot,” he says, playfully pointing at your lap.

theo freezes, glaring at lando as if he just dared to commit a great injustice. “no! mummy’s mine!” theo declares, squeezing tighter around your neck, like a tiny koala.

you laugh softly, amused at how ridiculous this whole situation is. “boys, please. there’s enough of me to go around, okay?”

lando pouts, but it’s clear he’s not giving up that easily. “but i was here first,” he says with a dramatic sigh, flopping onto the couch beside you. he leans in closer, clearly making a point to get as close as possible. “i want some attention too.”

theo, sensing the challenge, crosses his arms over his chest. “no, you can’t have her,” he huffs, his little voice firm and adamant.

you try to keep your composure, but it’s hard when both of them are giving you that look—like they’re both fighting for the same thing. your attention. “lando, theo, seriously. you both need to share. i love you both, no need to fight.”

but theo’s not backing down. “mummy, look at my tower! it’s way bigger than daddy’s race car!” he lifts the blocks again, practically shoving them in your face.

lando grins, his eyes narrowing with playful challenge. “oh, really? i think i’ve got a pretty awesome race car. much cooler than a tower.” he leans in, making sure you can hear his tone. “want to see it, babe?”

theo gasps in horror. “no! mummy! look at my tower!” he says, pushing lando’s arm away, as if he could physically block his dad from you. his tiny hands press against lando’s chest, trying to shove him back.

lando raises an eyebrow, impressed. “well, i guess he’s got a bit of me in him, huh?” he grins, nudging theo with his elbow.

theo shakes his head furiously, his little body tense as he pulls your arms tighter around himself. “no! mummy’s mine!” he says, his tone determined, though there’s an adorably stubborn edge to it.

you laugh, trying to calm the storm that’s brewing between your two favorite people. “boys,” you sigh, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips, “can we all just get along?”

lando leans over, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, fully aware that theo is watching. “well, i think i’m still winning,” he says, looking at you with a teasing grin.

theo, who had been trying to maintain his stance as the “only one worthy of mummy’s attention,” glares at his dad, then glances at you. “mummy, tell daddy he can’t sit here. i need you.”

you raise an eyebrow at theo’s bold declaration. “theo,” you start, chuckling, “i’m not telling daddy he can’t sit here. i love both of you. and you both need to share mummy’s attention.”

lando stretches out next to you with a dramatic groan, “but it’s so much more fun when i get all of it.” he nudges theo with his foot, a playful gleam in his eye.

theo crosses his arms, sticking his tongue out at his dad. “mummy’s my best friend,” he says defiantly.

“oh really?” lando smirks, raising an eyebrow. “well, i’m pretty sure i’m her best friend too.”

the battle rages on. and despite the chaos, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. because in the end, you have the best of both worlds—two amazing boys who will never stop fighting for your attention, and your heart full of love for them both.

[astrolook]

Moon in the houses

Moon in the 1st House: Emotions? Yeah, I’m wearing them like a neon sign.

Mood Swings? Who Needs a Weather App? – One minute, you're on cloud nine, ready to conquer the world, and everyone around you is like, "Wow, you're so inspiring!" . The next minute, you're in a full-on emotional hurricane, and people are like, “Uh, is everything okay?” Yep, they can literally see the storm clouds forming.

You’re basically an emotional X-ray for anyone who needs to know how you're feeling. Super helpful in knowing exactly where you stand.

You have the perfect built-in therapist, your mom, who never asks for a copay and always responds with “I love you, sweetie.”

Moon in 1st gives you a youthful young face. If a man, could be a mama boy. On the flip side, mommy could be overbearing.

When you're happy, you radiate positivity like the sun itself. You make everyone around you feel like they’ve just had a shot of espresso… without the jitters. But when you're in a mood, watch out. It’s like the ocean’s about to swallow up the entire coast. You can go from zero to “I’m emotionally drowning, help!” in 0.3 seconds.

Moon in the 2nd House: The Emotional Shopping Spree - You feel things, and you buy things. Repeat.

When you're feeling happy, it’s like “treat yo' self” day, and suddenly you’ve got 14 new pairs of socks that totally spoke to you in the store. Feeling stressed? Well, it's probably time for a little retail therapy... because nothing says “I’m handling my feelings” like buying a $50 scented candle you’ll never use.

Impulsive purchases. When your emotions take a dive, so does your bank account. "I'm sad, I need a new purse."

When someone asks how you're feeling, your response might just be, "Well, I bought a new jacket, so I’m feeling fabulous."

Your Emotions Are Always on Sale. You're like, “You know what would make me feel even better? A cute new scarf!” Because nothing says “I’m emotionally balanced” like a $15 markdown.

You love investing in things that make you feel good—whether it’s a cozy home, a nice meal, or that perfectly curated playlist you bought (yep, it’s a thing). Your finances are tied to your emotional health like a carefully organized spreadsheet.

Moon in the 3rd House: The Over thinker's Hotline - You think, you feel, you text… then you overthink it all.

Your emotions are running wild and they need to talk. A LOT. Like, you’ll have a deep emotional moment and then immediately text your bestie about it, but also text your mom for a second opinion, and then maybe send a message to a group chat for a third—just to make sure everyone’s on the same emotional page.

You’re the Emotional Wi-Fi of your social circles—always transmitting and receiving feelings, whether anyone asked or not.

You overanalyze everything. Sent a text at 11:30 PM? Now you’re wondering if that emoji you used in your response was “too much.” Did they think you were crying in that voice message, or just, like, “really emotionally engaged”? You end up spiral-commenting under your own messages. "Wait, I wasn’t mad, I swear!" Cue overthinking every single word.

You’re emotionally open, but also maybe one text away from sending an entire novel about your mood swings. If you have a Moon in Aquarius in 3rd house, you are very much into conspiracy theories.

The overthinking is so strong, even Siri gets nervous. “Did I say that correctly? Does it sound too emotional? Let me try that again, Siri, do you think they’ll understand?"

Moon in the 4th House: Home is Where the Feelings Are - Your emotions? Oh, they're all cozy in your emotional fortress… with snacks.

If you're ever feeling down, you know exactly where to retreat: the couch, surrounded by blankets, a mountain of snacks, and probably a weirdly specific playlist of “emotional” songs you know no one else understands.

Your vibe says, "Come on in, let me feed you, and here’s a blanket!" You’re basically the human version of a warm cup of tea.

On the flip side, you can get way too attached to your personal space. Don’t even think about messing with your “comfort zone,” because that zone is sacred. You might find yourself overly attached to places, people, and objects in your home that just... feel right.

If someone says something you don’t like, you might retreat into your home and pretend to reorganize your kitchen for the next four hours. Not because it’s necessary... but because it’s emotionally satisfying.

If there’s food involved and your loved ones nearby, you’re ready for some serious heart-to-hearts.

Moon in the 5th House: The Drama Queen of Feelings - Life’s a stage, and you're always in the mood for a performance.

Your feelings take center stage like you’re auditioning for a Broadway show every single day. You’re all about self-expression, fun, and creating joy—because, let’s face it, life’s too short to not have an emotional karaoke session on a Tuesday night.

Moon in 5th bestows with a girl child. Of course, we need to check whether it is associated with any other planets.

Professions like actor or any artistic professions fits you. You can turn any situation into a joyous celebration and make even the most mundane things feel like a special event.

The flip side? When you're down, it's like the curtains close on the show, and you’re the star in a drama you didn’t sign up for. You may exaggerate your emotions a little (okay, a lot)—an offhand comment from a friend turns into a full-blown emotional musical number. Cue the tears, dramatic exits, and possibly a solo performance on why no one understands your very deep feelings.

You’re basically the person who gets emotionally invested in every movie, reality show, and Instagram post you see and also celebrities.

Moon in the 6th House: The Emotional Overachiever - Feelings? I’ll just organize them into a to-do list.

With the Moon in the 6th House, you take your emotions very seriously—like, spreadsheet-level seriously. You're not just feeling your feelings, you're tracking them, analyzing them, and organizing them with the same precision of a perfectly color-coded calendar.

Your home? Probably a Zen-like temple of organization. You could be a productivity guru and an emotional support animal all rolled into one.

You’re probably the person who compulsively checks your horoscope, wellness app, and to-do list while also making sure you're drinking enough water—because, yes, your emotional health must be on track.

Service - oriented professions.

Probably keeps a journal. Your motto - "Productivity meets therapy!"

Moon in the 7th House: Emotional Rollercoaster + Relationship Drama

You Have a PhD in Relationships – You analyze, you nurture, you feel. Basically, you’re the emotional therapist of every relationship/partnership you’re in.

Emotional Dependency? Yup, It's Real – Your partner's mood? It's now your mood. If they’re happy, you're on cloud nine. If they're sad, well, buckle up, emotional crash ahead!

You Can’t Just "Date" Someone—You Feel Them – It's never just a date night. It's a journey. You’ll be emotionally invested before the appetizers even arrive.

If your partner says, “I’m fine,” but their voice cracks, you’re immediately putting on your emotional detective hat. Something’s definitely wrong.

Your partner's mood shifts and you’re already planning a 5-step plan to emotionally heal them. Just call you “Dr. Love.”

Moon in the 8th House: The Emotional Detective with a Dark Twist

If emotions were a rollercoaster, you’d be the one flipping the safety bar off and screaming, "Let’s go faster!"

Family gatherings? More like family mysteries. You can feel the unspoken tension, and you’re practically Sherlock Holmes, trying to figure out what’s being left out. Every holiday dinner has a side of “What aren’t they telling me?"

When you lose your virginity, you could even hide it from your family.

Being vulnerable with you is like peeling an onion—layer after emotional layer until someone’s crying. Sometimes you overshare, sometimes you say, “I’m fine,” but everyone knows you’re not. You can’t help it.

You can turn pain into growth like a magical wizard. Hurt feelings? Great, now you’re ready for transformation. You take all that emotional mess and somehow turn it into deep wisdom—or a really great, tear-filled diary entry. Either way, it’s epic.

Moon in the 9th House: The Emotional Philosopher on a Soul-Searching Road Trip

Your emotions don’t stay local. You feel them on an international level, like, “Why am I feeling so deep right now? Is this about my past life in a distant land or because I watched a documentary on the Amazon?” Your emotions are basically the United Nations of your soul.

Family & Friends Talks Are Like TED Talks – When you try to explain your feelings to family/friends, it’s less “Hey, I’m upset” and more “Here’s a 45-minute monologue on the meaning of life, and also I read a book on existentialism last week.”

One minute you’re high on life, quoting philosophy, and the next, you’re googling “Why does everything feel so overwhelming?” You’ll go from thinking you’re a wise sage to wanting to crawl into bed and watch Netflix documentaries. Your moods are basically a journey, so pack your bags.

You can't just feel something—you need to analyze, interpret, and probably give it a name. "I feel anxious. Is this anxiety or is it just me tapping into the collective consciousness of humanity?

You’re an Emotional Nomad – You can’t sit still. Emotionally, you need to keep moving, exploring, learning, and growing. "Home? Well, I feel emotionally connected to 17 different places.

Moon in the 10th House: The Emotional CEO of Life

Your emotions are always on display like you’re giving a TED Talk about your deepest feelings.

You don’t just work; your career is an emotional journey. “Am I feeling fulfilled at work? If not, should I change my entire career path? Do I need a promotion to feel better about myself?!” Your job? Basically your emotional therapist, but with more PowerPoint presentations.

Public approval is your emotional fuel, and you’re like, “Did I mention I’m emotionally attached to other’s opinion of me?”

Your mood? It directly impacts your work ethic. When you’re emotionally stable, you’re like, “Let’s take over the world.” But when you're upset? You’re still working, but you’re crying in the break room, making dramatic phone calls to your loved ones.

You’re emotionally invested in how the world sees you. You need to be the best at everything, but emotionally—"Did I look too emotional during my presentation? Was my inner turmoil apparent?" It’s a lot of pressure to keep it all together, but hey, it’s worth the “likes”.

Moon in the 11th House: The Emotional Social Butterfly Who Forgets Why They Came to the Party!

People love your warm, nurturing energy, and your squad is basically a second family. Just be careful—you might adopt every stray friend like a lost puppy. You could even get in trouble for helping your friend.

One day, you're the life of the party, the next, you’re ghosting everyone because feelings. People around you should have learned to just roll with it.

If you are feeling bad, you might turn to strangers online for some emotional support.

You’re energized by like-minded people and might thrive in large social circles, community work, or even fan clubs (yes, you might cry over your favorite celebrity’s life updates).

You might bend over backward to fit into a group, even if it means suppressing your own needs. That’s right—you RSVP to events you know you don’t want to go to, then regret it immediately.

Moon in the 12th House: The Emotional Mystic Who Feels Everything & Nothing at Once

congratulations—you’ve unlocked "Feelings: Hardcore Mode." Your emotions live in the deep, mysterious waters of the subconscious, making you an intuitive, dreamy, and sometimes tragically misunderstood soul. You might love solitude but also feel unbearably lonely, sense energies others miss, and randomly cry for no reason (or is there always a reason?).

Your intuition is next-level. You pick up on vibes, unspoken emotions, and even spiritual messages like a human radio antenna. Your relationship with your mother could feel distant, mysterious, or full of unspoken emotions. Either she was deeply spiritual and nurturing or emotionally unavailable and hard to read.

Unlike most, you actually enjoy being alone. Your inner world is rich, and isolation helps you recharge from the chaos of life.

Even in a crowded room, you might feel disconnected. You crave deep emotional bonds but struggle to express your own feelings.

Emotional stress can manifest physically—sleep issues, mysterious body aches, or just always feeling tired for no reason.

You might secretly love someone from afar rather than openly express your feelings. (Just confess already!). You crave deep, spiritual connections but may self-sabotage by isolating yourself. You love soulmate vibes, but fear vulnerability.

[sirxlla]

Hey! Can you make a hc of the batboys with their S/O getting wasted and claiming they have a boyfriend when they are their boyfriend. Thanks

You're Drunk & Telling Them You Have a Boyfriend

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Dick: "Uh, Uh. Get your slimy hands off me, Miiissster...I know karracheee." You slurred your words as he held you up in his arms to get you to the limo, maybe drinking so much at the gala was a bad idea. You made what your drunk self believes is karate hands at him.

"Wow, Karache? Really?" He laughs as he slowly lowers you into the limo onto the long seat.

"You'll seee...you'lll seeee I promise." You slurred as you rolled over face down into the long leather seat.

"Oh no, I'm sure I will, Pumpkin."

"Who you callin' pump-e-kin? Thats- I- Onllyyyy my boyfren allowed to call me that." You said a bit aggressively; it was like a baby bunny trying to take on a lion: attack = a hundred, damage = zero. You quickly fell asleep. The booze got to you, and when you got home, he had to remove you from the seat, your face red where the leather stuck to your face. He unzipped and pulled your dress off and your shoes and let you go to bed before kissing your head.

"G'Night, Pump-E-Kin." He teased you even though you couldn't hear it. "Pump-E-Kin." He whispered to himself with a huge grin before heading to the shower.

Jason: "Ohhhhhh, slow your roll, Muchachos. I got a boyfriend." You said as you waved your finger in Jason's face when his fingers even grazed your hips.

"Oh, yeah, who's this boyfriend? Tell me about him." He so badly wanted to know what drunk you would say about him considering he's never seen you drunk before.

"He kicks names, takes asses." You giggle, not even noticing or thinking for a millisecond that you said that phrase wrong.

"He takes asses? Is that what happened to yours?" Jason was always quick with it and it was even more fun with the idea that you were drunk.

"Hey, that's not nice. I'm gonna tell my boyfriend." You huffed like a cute angry kitten.

"Oh, yes. Please do tell your boyfriend. I'd love to know this boyfriend." He was making the most out of this moment; he'd cherish this forever and tease you just as long.

"Jay-son" You sounded it out as you went to call Jason, slowly scrolling through your phone. "Jay-son" You kept scrolling.

"You got a picture of this Jason?"

"I got millions." You pulled up a picture and showed him.

"Hmmm, this guy is pretty handsome. He looks familiar? I don't know where..." He watched as you zoned out while looking at the picture.

"I just love him so much." You turned into a puddle of tears within a few seconds. "He's everything to me."

"Awww, Babygirl. It's okay." He said as he hugged you and rubbed your back as you sobbed over the man you were right next to.

Bruce: "Y/N, that's more than plenty. No more drinks for the night." He tried to get the drink from you and could if he really needed to.

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend." You down another shot, and before it, you're trying to dance on the bar.

"I- Im, Yes, I am." He looked so confused at your words and how you were claiming not to be his girlfriend.

"My boyfriend's Batman. You know?" You made yourself look like you had pointed little devil ears. "Like Na Na NaNa Na Ba Batman!" You giggled completely out of it before nearly slipping on the bar

Of course, Bruce caught you before you fell too far. You started laughing so hard from being so intoxicated. He carried you out of the bar while paparazzi took pictures of you. If the alcohol in your system didn't have you disoriented, then the flashes from the cameras sure did. They gave you a horrible migraine which slowly pulled you out of your drunken state and back to a sober one.

"Mmmmm...my head feels awful." You grumble as Bruce helps you inside the manor.

"I'm sure it does, you had a lot to drink. We should get you out of those heels and into bed."

"What even is the difference between and manor and a mansion." You asked as he kneeled down to take your heels off.

"Well, A manor is a large estate with a historic significance and is a primary residence. A mansion is a large house that is over 7,000 square feet." He explains as he sets your heels down in his large walk-in closet.

You look at him with a face of complete confusion. Bruce laughs and smiles as he heads back over to you, taking your dress off.

"If you're still interested in the morning I'll explain it all to you." He took his mother's pearls off your neck before laying you down. Bruce put you under the covers and tucked you in like a little kid.

"Good Night, Beautiful." He kisses your forehead and heads down to the Batcave to work on a case he's been trying to break.

Tim: "Don't touch what you can't buy, Bub!" You said as Tim politely tried to guide you away from the party with a hand on your lower back.

"What are you even talking about?" He laughed as he slowly herded you like a cat towards the kitchen on a higher level so you could sober up somewhere quiet.

"Do you think Taco Bell called themselves that because it sounds like Del Taco? Is that like who came first the chicken or the egg? Mmmm, my boyfriend would know..." You grab your phone to call your boyfriend, which makes Tim give you a look of almost humorous astonishment. He laughs as he picks up the phone.

"Yes, Baby? What can I do for you today, Sweetheart." He asked as he stared at you, trying not to laugh.

"I'm with this guy, and I asked him if Taco Bell came first or Del Taco, and he doesn't know...Do you know?"

"Taco Bell, I believe, Honey." You hang up your phone before looking back at Tim.

"My boyfriend said Taco Bell."

"Your boyfriend sounds really smart."

"Oh, he really is and he's so nice to me. He got like so so many squish mellows, and they're so soft." You start getting emotional, and he can see the tears in your eyes, and he realizes he needs to get you into bed quickly because the last thing he needs is to carry you through a lot of drunk party-goers.

Tim very slowly gets you back to your room and gets you laid down on the bed you two share. He grabs a squish mellow that he knows you love most and puts it in your arms.

"You know my boyfriend would really like you; you're so sweet and caring, just like he is. He wants to make sure everyone's safe and happy. He's like a cute lil guy and he's just so amazing."

His heart swells about five sizes, and he thinks it might burst. It's sweet how loyal you are when you're drunk but also how highly you think of him, it means the world to him. Just as he thought he couldn't love you more, Tim finds himself being sucked deeper and deeper into the hole that is his love for you.

Damian: "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah. No. I have a boyfriend and he'll kick your ass." You said as you waved your finger in his face as you swayed from side to side.

"Yes, I know I am your boyfriend." He asks with a stern and annoyed look.

"Then what did I eat for breakfast and the color of my underwear?" You slurred with a smug voice.

"Cinnamon French Toast, and they're Burgundy; I know cause I made you breakfast, and I bought them."

"They're red." You giggle, which is bothering him even more; he's annoyed mainly because he needs to get you out of here. He's worried about the company around here, so therefore, he's worried about you.

"Burgundy is a color of red, Babe. Come on, we need to go. Come on, Beloved." He tries to help you up on the floor before you turn into dead weight in his arms.

"Well, isn't that just great?" He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder to get you out of the bar. Some creep acts like he might try Damian like a dumbass, he stops them in their tracks with just a single glare and his resting bitch face.

"Ha, Ha. Pussy." You laugh at the guy as Damian gets you out of the bar and twords his car.

"Hey. Hey, don't antagonize people. Lay down." He says as he puts you down in the back of the car. "Be good." He gets in the drivers seat and starts driving to the manor, he calms as he gets you both further and further away from that sketchy bar. He glances back at you every so often as he drives.

Once he parks the car he gets out and picks you up to get you inside. Between the front door and his bedroom theres a large pool of drool on his shirt from you. He smiles and lays you down before taking your heels off. Damian heads of to shower and change before climbing into the bed with you, gently moving hair away from your face that was stuck in your chapstick.

"Get some sleep, Beloved."

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