#has been so nice just THANK YOU 🫂💗

[bandzboy]

hi i'm late to this but you also give me bang chan energy!!!! literally every time i look at one of your fairy fm posts i learn something new about music and it's always fun to see you talk about it with so much passion!! and like channie, you're sweet and delightful and always a joy to see <33

i understand how you feel like you aren't doing enough but you've come a long way and i couldn't be prouder of you <333 i'm always kinda disconnected from stuff and i'm not very consistent on keeping in touch with people, but it's been very fun to watch you grow (and i've been watching old chan's room lives and really the way you've both grown makes my heart full) <3

this is so sweet 🥹💕💞💖💞💕 i truly just aim to like showcase my love for music and also make people learn about music in the best way i can because even i am learning every day and i'm no pro by any means but truly sometimes i just want people to see music differently and appreciate artists more! chan is definitely one of the artists i support and respect so much that it goes beyond me stanning skz or kpop he is the type of person that makes me want to work hard and be a better musician/producer because his passion for music and producing is genuinely inspiring in every single way

but truly thank you so much it means the world :< especially having mutuals who have been with me ever since i started my producer journey it has been a year at this point and idk where this is taking me but i need a lot of courage and patience to continue i hope it genuinely flourishes into something good

which kpop idol do i give off the same energy as?

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

pspspspspsps here kitty kitty kitty (Joking,... now you laugh) ....

Italian, Fem!Reader, that had traveled briefly to the village, to sell some books, movies, and whatnot -- just to grant the vilagers some sense of like.. the outside world? If that makes sense?

Reader, having already timed their escape, decides to go to that peculiar house up on the hill, across the bridge, before their departure, -- maybe the residents, who, Reader thought, was an old couple, or a very wealthy woman, .. maybe even one of those trust-fund families.. yes! Reader BET that the inhabitant of a place so grand would spend a pretty penny on some foreign knowledge.. maybe, Reader could even upsell. Yes! That would be enough to pay off Readers risky carriage fees.. (nervous laughter)

Reader, ignoring all darkness, all red flags and blatant signs of danger, because, well, Reader is very oblivious, and very optimistic, -- and, well, they barely know English, so, .. how would Reader know what the villagers say about the owner of said.. Oh-so large mansion? Pfft. As if.

'Oh.. its getting dark. Jeez, the trees sure do make this place gloomy!' 'Uhhhh.. why do i have a blaring sense of discomfort, nausea, unease, and a will of fright that makes my stomach churn with instinct to yeet myself the opposite direction? Oh, man, i knew i shouldnt have eaten that un-refrigerated fruit!'

Angie, if i remember that dollies name correctly, answers .. takes one look at Reader, in all of their 'Italian-beauty-standard-fitting', 'italian-book-carrying', 'Donna-language-speaking' glory (Donna language speaking because.. Italian. That was also a joke. Plz laugh), and immidiately, with that screechy voice calls Donna over

Donna fucking FAAAWNNNSSS over everything Reader has, buys their entire stock, then, out of pure gushy-ness, of how nostalgic, and amazing, and flavourful (meaning, how much stuff that Donna was desperately searching for, Reader has in stock) Readers 'for-sales' are, that she, spur-in-the-moment, ushurs Reader inside, makes them tea and whatnot,

well.. so much for Readers plan of escape. Poor bus-maid Reader hired, they thought, as they sat awkwardly beside the lady in black, veiled thickly, who was talking in Italian, since, well, Reader has little to no knowledge of english. Atleast shes also Italian. Thats nice. Wait.. why does Reader feel their cheeks heating up? Gosh, darn it, Reader has read (aha) far too many romance books.

Make it so that, since Reader, who, now, cant escape the Village, since their little plans of flight had been SPOILEDD!! (reference. Chuckles) they stay with Donna, then, after awhile, after teaching Donna everything they know about Italy, and get really comftorable with her, and sees her without her veil on accident, and cooks traditionally, does fucking .. house chores, because, well, they're an unpaying guest in a strangers home, they both start catchin' feelsies and all that sweet stuff. I'll leave the deciding of when and how to you! How generous of me!

(No smut, please. Aroace look'enne for sum intimate, not-so-intimate love. Aha. Joke again. Just a little giggle, please 😨)

Hope ya have an amazing day!! Yes, i know im too descriptive, im just awesome like that. Much apreesh, Anon. 💗

(p.s, thank u blusy 🫂🫂🫂 virtual hugs from italy. ciao bbg.. or.. bbb.. i dont .. i dunno)

Yesss!!!! Well, that was quite long request, but it was funny to write!!! Thank you for sending it and for your funny words!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language(s) mistakes!!!!

Foreign Business

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Italian! Reader

Warnings: fluff, Donna being Donna

Word count: 8,585

Summary: Should you leave that gloomy village?

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

“17:30, do you hear me?” the young woman driving the small bus said.

You rolled your eyes and nodded, picking up your stuff.

“I don't think it will… How do you say… take long,” you murmured with an innocent smile, taking out your suitcase as best you could, letting it fall into the snow.

“Hey, stranger,” the girl said, with a gloomy look. “You have to pay me now.”

“Cosa? No, I'll pay you when I get back,” you said with a frown, crossing your arms.

“I'm leaving,” the girl whispered, starting the vehicle again.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey! No, no, no…” you said comically running towards the small bus. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Look stranger, it's clear that you have no idea of what’s going on in this place, right?” the driver asked, with a raised eyebrow. You shook your head and smiled innocently.

“Hey, I was invited,” you protested confused, giving up and taking out your wallet.

“Who has invited you?” she wanted to know.

“I have a relative in this country who is also a businessman,” you explained, putting on your coat because of the cold. “He says he is known as… The Duke.”

The girl looked at you curiously, but finally shook her head.

“No idea…” she murmured. “Besides, that doesn’t matter to me. My job is to bring you here and take you back to Bucharest. If for… Well, for whatever reason you don’t come back, I’ll be left without my money, do you understand?”

“Why wouldn’t I come back?” you asked nervously, looking down the hill, where the old village stood in a frozen mist. “I'm just going to sell my stuff and…”

“You bore me,” the driver sighed, with a mocking laugh that made you burn with rage. “Just pay me now, spaghetti.”

“Mm, politeness is not your best virtue, is it?” you murmured, wishing to say other things, other not-so-elegant words.

After all, that stupid girl was your only transportation in that place in the middle of nowhere… You should control your desire to insult her with all your might.

“I'd rather be rude than stupid,” the young woman laughed, extending her hand for you to give her the money you were holding, squeezing it tightly.

“Ugh, here, your money,” you grumbled, getting a satisfied look from the driver, who turned off the engine, reclining her seat and picking up a magazine.

“A pleasure doing business with you, spaghetti...” she sighed with a sinister laugh.

You, without her seeing you, made fun of her, angrily picking up your suitcase and walking towards the path where you had met with the Duke.

“Stupida...” you hissed, shaking your head, observing the landscape around you.

The trip had been exhausting. Dodging the mountains, those snowy landscapes had taken you too much time, but, that seemingly remote place had a special charm that made it worth it.

You were always a saleswoman, descendant of a family of merchants that expanded throughout old Europe decades ago. Sell, buy, repeat… That was your way of life. Trading in the villages of your country, Italy, was something simple for you, perhaps too simple.

The lack of interest of people in the modern world for something as simple as books, films, or any element of culture, had caused your business to falter, and you had no more than four clients in your area.

You always believed in tradition, in following the family legacy, even when circumstances were not in your favour. You could say that you were also a bit stubborn. Your family branched out to all possible places, places like France, Germany, Spain…

They all seemed to be haunted by the same curse, the same lack of interest in a good book, in knowledge itself.

But there was one place, a place where the tentacles of your family had arrived to stay for a long time, a place where the past lived, where present and future seemed not to exist at all.

A distant relative, the Duke, was for you the luckiest member of the family. Not even your parents knew how long that man had been in that village, in Romania. There were even rumors that he never came, that he never left, he had always existed.

Nonsense and legends in your opinion.

What you did know was that in that place, there were some business opportunities.

You had heard many things about the Duke, about the place where he worked. Apart from old superstitions and legends of witches and vampires, things you didn't believe in, you had heard that the people of the place lived completely oblivious to the outside world.

A unique opportunity. How much would a person pay to know what the world around them was like?

You didn't really care much about the reasons, those strange rumors. You didn't even wonder why that village seemed to be frozen in time. The only thing you thought about when you got on that plane was business.

“Qui...” you sighed when you reached that meeting point the Duke marked.

Without having anything else to do but wait, you sorted your merchandise while you studied the snowy forest that surrounded you, trying to decipher the old wooden signs that indicated illegible directions.

“Re-Reser-Reservoir...” you stammered, removing the snow from one of those signs, looking around. “Un bacino idrico?” you asked, scratching your head. “Mm, interessante...”

Yes, maybe if you finished soon you could do some sightseeing and, above all, you could see the enormous castle that seemed to guard the village.

The minutes passed, you couldn't tell if quickly or slowly. Nothing, there was no sign of the Duke. You might not have known what he looked like, but… In reality, you hadn't seen anyone pass by that path.

The cold began to mix with impatience, making you shiver.

“Ah!” you shrieked when, out of nowhere, a flock of black crows appeared, passing over you, close, too close.

Those black birds seemed like an evil omen, but you were too eager to know that place to realize it. Simply, with a proud cough, you stood up from your crouched position, shaking the snow off your dress.

“Uccelli…” you growled furiously, watching how that flock of crows moved away with sinister sounds.

Checking that your merchandise was still intact, you closed your suitcase, crossing your arms, slowly losing patience.

As you sighed for the umpteenth time, you realized that maybe you were in the wrong place. Asking wouldn't do any good, and besides, there was no one you could ask.

“Mm?” you muttered when you noticed something different among your stuff, a sealed envelope that you could swear wasn't there before.

Looking around confused, thinking no way those crows left that envelope, you slowly picked it up, opening it with a frown. As you began to read, you looked nervously at that forest again. It was a letter for you, in the middle of nowhere.

Dear (Y/N)

I'm afraid something unexpected has come up. It prevents me from attending to you, even though I was certainly looking forward for us to meet. I suppose that, since you are my family, to trade in the village on your own won't be a problem for you.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

PS: A word of advice, listen to what the villagers tell you, I wouldn't want the wolves to devour you, or anything worse. Please take care of yourself.

Duke

There was no doubt about it, that letter had arrived there by magic. The idea of ​​messenger crows seemed less and less crazy. But the reality was overwhelming: you were alone in that unknown place.

You had two options: You could take your suitcase, walk back in your tracks and go to the bus, writing yet another failure in your diary, a very expensive one. On the other hand, you could ignore those chills, that feeling of being where you shouldn't be and do what you had come to do.

I wouldn't want the wolves to devour you, or anything worse…

That warning seemed like an irony, a little joke that was surely common to all outsiders like you. Well, it's not like it was a place where there could be wolves but… That wasn't the disturbing thing. What could be worse than being savagely devoured by those beasts?

Curiosity or cowardice, that was your dilemma.

With a thoughtful sigh, you looked at those two possible paths, imagining that, under each of them, there was a line of text that told you which page to go to, like those adventure books that offered several possibilities, some of them fatal ones.

You always fantasized too much thanks to those books. Maybe if you had been as rational as the protagonists of those great adventures, you would have considered your possibilities better.

Shrugging, not wanting to have wasted your money on a fruitless trip, you didn’t listen to the Duke's letter. After all, your job was to talk to people, you didn't need his help, or so you thought.

The castle was increasingly imposing as you approached. It was fascinating, a place from a novel, full of possibilities. Surely when you returned home and read one of those books, you would imagine that gloomy and mysterious landscape.

The glances traveled to your eyes passively. These villagers were definitely strange, they seemed to either fear you, or wish you away, you weren't sure.

Unfortunately, your eagerness to offer knowledge to these poor souls was unsuccessful.

Muttering things you didn't quite understand, in an English that was practically incomprehensible to you, which, on the other hand, was bad luck, since you didn't fully master the language either, each one of the doors of those old cabins closed in your face.

“Hey, I haven't even said my name!” you protested after the tenth disinterested grunt from one of the inhabitants of that place. “Cazzo…”

The door opened again and a young woman with an apologetic look appeared.

“Forgive my father. He doesn't trust outsiders,” the young woman said. Well, at least she spoke to you. “My name is Elena.”

“Sono (Y/N),” you said politely, shaking your hand with the young woman's, who frowned upon hearing you speak that way.

“It's clear that you're not a villager,” the girl joked, closing the door.

“No, I'm Italian,” you said, with a business smile that you had already rehearsed.

The young Elena nodded curiously, glancing at your suitcase.

“Are you a merchant?” she asked, pointing at your merchandise.

You nodded slowly.

“Yes, I've come on behalf of a relative... His name is, or he calls himself... Duke,” you explained with a trembling voice. Your nerves couldn't fail you. At least you had managed to talk to someone.

“The Duke?” the girl asked, with a surprised look. “Wow, I didn't know he had a family.”

“Yes, but he seems to be the only one who is successful,” you murmured jokingly, pronouncing the words in the best way possible. “Well... Elena, right? Are you interested in something?”

“No, I'm sorry. I'm afraid we have everything we need,” she said, shaking her head with a kind smile. “My father says that books are a waste of time.”

“Sciocchezze,” you sighed with a mischievous smile, showing her a vinyl record. “What about music? It's the sound of the soul.”

“No, no, I... I'm afraid we don't need anything like that,” Elena shook her head again.

“Oh, great,” you said, letting your smile fade at the thought that you couldn't even get enough money to recoup the investment of the trip.

“Don't be offended, just…” the young woman said, gesturing with her hands to emphasize her apology. “… We just work to live, that's, that's all we do, anything else would be entertainment.”

“Oh,” you said curiously, arching your eyebrows.

“But, um…” the girl said, looking around. “Maybe, maybe I know someone who might be interested.”

“Do you?” you asked.

Elena nodded, briefly pointing to a large house that stood out from the orchards.

“Luiza has always been a very cultured woman, and she is very kind. Maybe she would want to listen to you,” the young woman explained, in a kind tone. You blinked, looking at the indicated place, and smiled. “She lives up there, in the orchards.”

“Elena!” A loud voice was heard inside the cabin and the girl shuddered.

“I'm coming, father!” Elena shrieked, with another apologetic look. “Sorry, (Y/N), but…”

“Oh, of course, there is no… Pro-problem,” you said nervous about the impatience of that unpleasant man. “Luiza… Okay. Ciao!”

At least that girl helped you not to lose hope.

Elena wasn't lying, that Luiza seemed a bit different from the rest of the villagers, kinder, smarter, with an understandable English... It seems that you interested her enough to invite you into her house.

“Wait there, I'll make tea,” she said kindly, indicating that you sit at a table where a man seemed to be sharpening a knife with a distrustful look. After a few tense seconds, the man left his task, looking at you with distrust.

“So you're a merchant...” he whispered, tilting his head and crossing his arms.

“Yes,” you answered, with that well-rehearsed smile.

“And an outsider...” he whispered, with a sinister smile. “Luiza says you are related to the Duke...”

“That's right,” you said, without losing your merchant composure.

He laughed, shaking his head.

“Wow, I didn't know the fat man had a family,” the man said, with the same surprise in his voice as the young woman before. “Where are you from?”

“Italy,” you said proudly, ignoring those dark eyes, which hardened when they heard you answer.

“Italy, you say?” he asked, leaning a little towards you, narrowing his eyes. “You say you're related to the Duke?”

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, confused by that change in attitude.

“Mm, are you sure you're related to the merchant?” he asked suspiciously, making you nervous. “Hey, maybe by any chance you know...”

“Ahem,” Luiza interrupted, serving you the cup of tea. “Marcus.”

“What? I'm just asking, the girl says she's Italian,” the man, her husband, apparently, protested. “You and I know who…”

“Marcus,” Luiza said, with a firmer tone. The man shook his head, sighing in defeat. “Don't scare the poor girl.”

“Bah, if she's not scared yet, she must be brave, or stupid,” Marcus commented, laughing amused. You made an effort to smile at that little joke, smelling the delicious aroma of tea.

“Okay, (Y/N), unlike my husband, I’m interested in those foreign items… Do you have any opera records?”

“Oh, sure, sure,” you said, as if coming out of a confused thought, opening your suitcase and putting on a display of everything you had.

Well, you did manage to sell a few things. You would always be grateful to that woman, the only kind woman in that place, apart from the young girl, of course. But even with that partial success, you didn't have enough to feel like you had succeeded.

If that woman had bought you something, nobody was telling you that there couldn't be more Luizas in that place. You just had to find them.

You were ready to leave that house, when a small book caught your attention. It looked like a book full of old photographs of the village. You approached it with curiosity while Luiza kindly opened the door for you.

“Um, sorry, but... Can I take a look?” you asked, pointing at the book. The woman looked at her husband and he shrugged, making a vague gesture of farewell.

“Of course...” the woman sighed, faking a smile. You returned it gratefully, starting to turn the pages of that album. “This village is an old one.”

“I see,” you commented nodding, turning pages and pages full of snowy landscapes. “My family had told me about this place, but... Well, not much. What is this?” you asked, pointing to a kind of square guarded by four large statues.

“Those are the… The four founders of the village,” Luiza explained. “The Dimitrescu family, owner of the castle; the Moreau family, owner of the lake lands; the Heisenberg family who owned a metal factory on the outskirts of the village, and the… The Beneviento family, the doll makers.”

“Oh,” you sighed interested, not even hearing the names very well, you were more attentive to those old photographs. “Does anyone live in the castle? I'd like to visit it.”

“Um, no, I…” the woman stammered, making you frown. “I don't think you should go near it, (Y/N).”

“Isn't it open to the public? What a pity,” you said with a disappointed voice.

Luiza made a strange gesture, shaking her head.

“Young lady, take some advice from me,” the woman said, speaking in a very low tone, approaching you with a hand on your shoulder. “You must leave this place.”

“Why?” you asked, confused, looking away at another of the photographs, one with a beautiful mansion, guarded by a waterfall.

It quickly caught your attention, even making you ignore the kind woman's warning words.

“Because…” Luiza sighed, with a broken tone, as if she were afraid of something. “It's not the best place for an outsider.”

“Oh, yeah, well,” you said, amused, gesturing with your hand. “I have people skills. That's not a problem. Tell me, is this house in the village?”

“Oh, that house…” Luiza murmured, looking at the same photograph.

“It's impressive,” you said curious. “Does anyone live there?” you insisted, running your hand over the drawing of what looked like a symbol, one with a moon and a sun.

“It's, it's far from here,” the woman commented, closing the album and subtly pushing you towards the exit. “Listen to me, don't go near that place. It's very dangerous.”

You shook your head with wide eyes, pulling your suitcase.

“Everything here seems very dangerous,” you commented with a low voice and a frown. The woman put on a sad look, caressing your cheek in a strange way.

“Go away, (Y/N), go away before the shadows invade you,” Luiza whispered, turning her back on you and closing the door softly, leaving you petrified on the floor.

“Cosa diavolo non va?” you asked yourself with a strange grimace, slowly moving away from the house.

Ignoring these strange warnings, you walked aimlessly through the village, looking for someone who wasn't afraid of your presence, or who wouldn't bow their head, ignoring your greeting.

Tired from your erratic walk, you decided to lean against a stone sculpture, in the middle of another snowy square. Failure loomed in your thoughts, in your mind, wondering if perhaps with the Duke present, things would have been different.

You looked at your watch and sighed, it was still early to leave, and even more so when you had barely sold four things. You had to make an effort, either that, or try another nearby village.

The crows flew above you like a bad omen that you couldn't interpret. The sky was dark, gloomy.

Don't let the shadows invade you...

Luiza's words echoed in your ears, words you didn't know how to interpret, or rather, that you didn't want to interpret. You were in a different country, in a different culture, lost in that snowy, sinister village. Even though you believed that nothing could go wrong, a bad feeling began to haunt you.

Yes, maybe it was time to leave.

You stood up with a defeated gasp, shaking your head, depressed by your ridiculous failure. But, you had barely taken two steps when something caught your attention.

In front of you was a wooden door, a kind of fence that separated a private property. Above the frame, there was a symbol, one that you remembered having seen before: that moon and that sun.

Your mind was left thinking. Yes, surely that would be the way to the waterfall house. It had to be. Luiza warned you to not get too close but… Curiosity was calling you.

Okay, it wasn't a huge castle but… Still, that mansion couldn't belong to just any villager. The curious relationship of wealth, bigger houses and kindness that you found in the village made you think that maybe someone rich lived there, a person or family with enough money to think about leisure or wisdom.

“Mm,” you murmured curiously, approaching that place, looking at that symbol closely. The door was open. You almost thought you heard whispers that encouraged you to enter that dark path.

You swallowed when a cold breeze came out of that darkness. Your body trembled for no reason, but your mind was blinded by greed. You couldn't miss that opportunity to know what or who was on the other side, who lived in that place.

The sunlight illuminated the path you had to follow with increasingly less intense rays. Slowly, you followed that luminous advice, entering through the wooden door, walking towards the unknown.

It didn't seem like a very strange place, or so you thought. The trees seemed sad, that place seemed devoured by time. Strange objects hung from the almost rotten branches, which you passed by without flinching.

You simply kept your mind busy, like a danger blocking mechanism that seemed to alert your subconscious. Instead of worrying, when you saw that those things hanging from the trees were dolls, you simply whistled, making your way through the branches with a slow walk.

You passed an old wooden bridge, one that said: go away in all possible languages. You were never good at interpreting those words, those screams from your mind that demanded your attention.

The sunlight diminished as you walked, it was getting dark. The branches of the trees drew disturbing shadows that surrounded a pair of ruined cabins.

“Brr,” you shivered when you saw those wooden claws stalking you.

The smile never left your face, but your body began to notice the symptoms of that inner fear; a dizziness, a feeling of heaviness in your stomach... All of these were physical signs that seemed to want to stop you in your tracks.

You even thought that the tea or the fruit you ate at Luiza's had upset your stomach. No, you didn't see the danger in any way, or rather, you didn't want to see it.

Finally you reached a clearing, where a mound showed a sinister grave you didn't want to approach. Your stupidity and your desire for wealth were so strong that you thought it was perhaps a simple decoration.

“Un ascensore...” you murmured when you reached a red door, surely the entrance to that curious mansion.

Biting your lip, you rubbed your hands entering those metal bars. Of course, whoever lived in that place had to have a lot of money, and, above all, a great desire to spend it. You fantasized about what you were going to find: a rich family? A widow, perhaps? A wealthy man? Maybe one of the founders of the village’s descendants? It didn't matter who it was, but you could smell money from miles away.

When you got out of the elevator, the sight in front of you forced you to stop. There was that house, that huge house with a beautiful waterfall next to it.

“If this doesn't work, I'm leaving the business,” you said, rehearsing in your head the phrases to say to the inhabitant of that place, greetings, smiles, all your charms.

The sound of the falling water relaxed you, although you didn't know why you were even nervous. The word danger whispered in your mind like a premonition or intuition, but you let the waterfall completely eclipse it. The beauty of that place couldn't entail any danger, you were convinced.

You cleared your throat as you approached the door, slowly climbing the steps. At the moment, there was nothing that matched Luiza's warnings, nothing, until, before you could knock on the door, it opened with an ominous creak.

“Um, hello?” you asked, seeing how, in front of you, there was nothing but a beautiful wooden room, with a rocking chair that moved by itself. “Ciao...” you repeated in a lower voice.

There didn't seem to be anyone in that place and you sighed, relaxing your shoulders and looking around.

“Oh!” you squealed in fear when you looked down, where, what looked like a ventriloquist's doll was standing looking at you. “Oh... Cazzo... What...” you said upset. “Good... Good trick...”

Smiling, thinking that, like the gravestones in the clearing, this was just a joke, you crouched down curiously, looking at that puppet.

“Hello?” you repeated, standing up again and ignoring the doll, which, perhaps because of the accumulated fatigue, you thought was following you with its gaze.

“Down here, stupid!” a high-pitched screech scared you again, making you fall backwards, tripping and crashing your body against the hard stone of the porch.

But neither the pain of the fall nor the fright were the worst. Yes, you were not dreaming, if it was a joke, it was the best one you had ever seen.

That doll, that damn doll moved, moved its articulated mouth, laughing out loud.

“Who are you?” the puppet asked, approaching your collapsed body. You backed away scared, crawling until you reached those small steps.

“Ahhh! Una bambola parlante!” you shrieked in fear, standing up as quickly as possible with your hands in front of your body.

“Who are you calling a talking doll, you silly, silly?” the puppet asked.

No, there was no doubt. There were no strings, no ventriloquist, it was alive.

“Ah, io, io… What?” you stammered nervously, shaking your head, blinking hard to make what was undoubtedly a hallucination go away. It didn’t.

“Wait, wait, wait, can you repeat that?” the doll said, approaching with a comical step. “What did you just say?”

“Cosa?” you asked, grabbing your suitcase, ready to run away. “Sorry, I… No, no… What?”

“You called me a talking doll,” it said, crossing its arms.

 You nodded confused.

“I'm, I'm, I'm sorry... No, no...” you stammered, still shocked and scared by the impossibility of that old toy. It couldn't move, it just couldn't.

“Who are you?” it asked again. “Why do you know Italian?”

“I-I-I'm Italian,” you stammered, shaking your head.

The doll tilted its head curiously, looking you up and down.

“You're a long way from home, you silly Italian,” the doll commented in a mocking tone.

You blinked again, scratching the back of your neck, searching all over the doll for the mechanism that was supposed to make it behave like that. You didn't find it.

“I-I'm a merchant,” you said with a broken voice. The doll nodded, walking towards you quickly, climbing up your dress. It was too close, you couldn't move.

“Merchant?” it asked again, looking at you as if it was reading your soul. “What do you sell?”

“I sell… I sell… Books and… Vinyl and… Movies…” you explained when the doll finally got off your body, without taking those cold eyes off you.

“Books and movies?” the puppet asked.

You, nervous, still scared, nodded erratically.

“Do you have Italian stuff?”

“S-Sure I have,” you whispered in a small voice.

“Mm,” the doll murmured turning around, but looking at you several times before disappearing into the darkness of the mansion. “Donna, Donna! You have to see this, come, come!”

“Donna?” you asked yourself, gathering enough courage to walk back to the door, where, after a few seconds, the sound of heels approached.

In front of you was a woman, a woman dressed completely in black, with a veil covering her face. She had a stoic pose, she emanated danger, and even more so when you saw that she was holding the doll in her arms.

Even if she was the most experienced ventriloquist in the world, she could never have done that, it was simply impossible.

“She's pretty, huh, Donna?” the doll said, nudging the lady, who sighed tiredly. “An Italian beauty knocking on your door, not even in your dreams could you imagine something like that.”

“Angie…” A hoarse, dark voice came out of that black veil while the woman lowered the doll to the floor. It laughed amusedly, staring at you again.

“Um, well…” you murmured confused, with your gaze fixed on that black veil, on those invisible eyes that you knew were watching you. “H-Hello…”

There was no answer. The lady didn't even seem to be bothered by your words.

“Um… I'm… I'm (Y/N),” you said, putting fear aside and politely extending your hand towards her, who looked at it briefly, without returning your greeting. “No? Okay… Well…”

“I'm Angie!” the doll shrieked, grabbing your hand instead of its owner and shaking it roughly. “Nice to scare you!”

“H-Hello… Suppongo…” you whispered, still confused but, mysteriously, more relaxed.

“Forgive her, she doesn’t like to talk,” the doll explained, pointing at its owner in a mocking way. “Shall I tell you a secret? She's Italian too.”

“Oh, really?” you asked, looking at the lady, who nodded briefly. “Che strana coincidenza…”

“Perché strana?” that hoarse voice asked again, the voice of that mysterious lady.

“Oh, well…” you said embarrassed, of course, that doll hadn't lied to you. “No, it's nothing…”

“Che vuoi?” the lady in black asked again, her tone lighter, but reflected impatience.

“I'm, I'm a merchant,” you said again, trying to smile, making a superhuman effort to make that strange situation stop being so strange.

After all, she was the inhabitant of that place, and she was also Italian. The business seemed to call you…

“She sells a lot of things, Donna!” the doll shrieked, pointing at you. “Things you like!”

“Mm,” the woman in black murmured, looking over your shoulder at the merchandise. “Me li può mostrare?”

“Oh, sure, sure…” you said nervously, heading towards your suitcase and opening it on the floor, closely followed by that strange doll, which didn't seem to want to leave you alone.

“Look, Donna, your favorite record!” the doll squealed, rummaging through the merchandise without any kind of hesitation, under your watchful gaze, and hers.

The lady took that vinyl, observing it carefully. You almost thought you heard a slight laugh coming out of that veil.

“È, it's a special edition,” you murmured when you saw how interested she seemed to be. “You, you know… Come prima… Più di prima…” you sang in a timid and horrible way.

The veiled lady looked up with a sigh.

“Are you also a singer?” she asked with a weak, whispering voice.

You laughed nervously shaking your head, with your cheeks slightly blushed.

“No… The truth is, I’m not… Although, although they've always told me that I have a beautiful voice,” you said timidly, looking sideways as Angie rummaged through the books.

“Mm,” the lady murmured with disinterest, looking at the vinyl again.

“Donna, Donna! Nonna's favorite book!” the doll squealed, handing her one of your books in perfect condition. “Look, look, this one isn't broken!”

“I have that one on sale… If, if you're interested… Donna, right?” you said with your voice cracked by nerves, playing with your sweaty hands.

“Donna? Lady Beneviento for you, silly!” the doll snapped at you, in a haughty tone.

“Beneviento?” you asked involuntarily, knowing that you had heard that name somewhere.

Of course you heard it. Like a whisper of help, your mind recalled Luiza's words, those that explained to you the families who had founded the village. Of course, that Donna Beneviento was an important person in that place. Despite everything strange, your greed took precedence, she seemed truly interested in what you were selling.

The mysterious woman nodded slowly, leafing through that book with curiosity.

“I’m sorry, Lady Beneviento,” you said elegantly, lowering your head. You knew she was not an ordinary villager and therefore, you could not treat her as such.

“Vieni,” she whispered, gesturing for you to enter the house.

You nodded nervously, closing your suitcase and pulling it into the mansion, with an extra weight. That living doll had climbed on top of it, swinging its legs in a playful way.

“Hey, do you mind?” you said nervously. The doll, obviously, shook her head.

You groaned, still in disbelief, and when you looked again you saw something strange.

There was a portrait, a portrait hanging on the wall of the stairs. On it, there was a woman, a really beautiful, gorgeous woman with a pale face, serious eyes and black hair. Next to her, there was that puppet, the Angie doll. Would she be the lady?

Lady Beneviento cleared her throat, getting your attention, letting you know through her non-verbal language, that she didn't want you to look at that portrait. You decided to be good and obey.

“Sit down, I'll make some tea and we'll talk business,” the woman whispered, pointing to a cozy corner of that house.

“Sure... Yes, um... Thank you,” you said with a kind smile.

The woman in black looked at you for an almost awkward moment and then turned around, walking slowly towards a hallway. You followed her with your eyes until she disappeared.

It was a strange situation indeed. Perhaps you should have listened better to your survival instincts.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lady returned, serving you a cup of tea with an elegant gesture and sitting in front of you.

“Grazie…” you whispered with a grateful smile, blowing on the steaming liquid. “Truth be told, I didn't expect to find someone who spoke my language… I've never been good with English.”

“You seem to speak it quite well,” she commented, with a regal pose, barely moving, not letting anyone see for a moment what that black veil was hiding.

“I have no choice, I guess,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Do you trade all over Europe?” she asked curiously as you opened your suitcase again, your hands shaking.

You weren’t there to chat. You had gone to do business. You couldn’t forget that.

“No, I… Well, I used to trade only in Italy,” you explained with a sad smile.

“Where in Italy are you from?” she asked again as Angie, with the suitcase open again, rubbed her wooden hands, rummaging through your stuff with an evil laugh.

You looked back at the lady, a bit confused.

“Da che parte d’Italia vieni?” the lady repeated with a slightly darker voice. “Nord, sud…?”

“Oh, yes, Well… I was born in the city of… This may seem like a joke to you but… I’m from the city of Benevento,” you said with a shy smile.

 You didn’t want her to think you were laughing at her. It was just a stupid coincidence.

“Mm, why would I think it's a joke?” she asked, with a tired sigh.

“Well, because of your… Your last name… It's quite similar, isn't it?” you said with a fake smile. “Are you from around there?”

“No,” the lady answered dryly, without bothering to shake her head. “I was born here.”

“Oh, okay…” you murmured, glancing at the doll, who was shuffling through your books. “Hey, um… be careful…” you said to the doll, who made a mocking gesture, imitating your voice in an unpleasant way. “Hey, la, la bambola…”

“Angie”

“Yes, Angie…” you repeated with a frown. “Why is she alive?”

“That's none of your business,” she said, with a cold voice, one that ran through your nerves, putting them on alert again.

“O-Okay, sorry,” you murmured, looking down.

“Do you have Italian movies?” she asked after a tense moment, one that you took advantage of to hide your embarrassment in the teacup. “Film.”

“Oh, yes, yes of course…” you said nervously, reaching for the suitcase, rummaging through your messy things due to the Angie doll, who protested with a grunt at your hand. “I have a lot of these.”

“Mm?” the lady murmured, looking at the cover confused, opening it and taking out the disc. “What is this?”

“A, a movie,” you said, clearing your throat. “A DVD.”

“DVD…” she whispered, looking at her reflection in that shiny disc, visibly confused. You couldn't believe she didn't know it. That village was definitely stopped in time. “I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand you.”

“Um, well…” you said, scratching the back of your neck, wondering how you were going to explain that to this mysterious woman. She didn't seem to be joking, at all.

“Hey, it's like a mirror!” Angie squealed, climbing onto her owner's lap and comically looking at herself in the disc, turning it curiously. “I want one, Donna, I want one!”

“Ugh, va bene…” the lady whispered, putting the DVD back in its place and handing it to the doll, who jumped victoriously. “It's still not what I'm looking for.”

“What… What are you looking for?” you asked, flashing your fake saleswoman smile again.

“Don't you have any 28mm rolls?” the woman wanted to know.

You nodded confused.

“Yes… But, but they are, they are special, I mean, I mean… They are… They are molto costose, you know… They are, they are almost museum relics,” you said, taking a metal box out of the suitcase and opening it, displaying its contents.

“Fine, I want them,” she murmured, nodding and snatching the box from your hands. “Money is not a problem.”

Well, that phrase fostered a more sincere smile on your face.

“Va bene… It is…” you said nervously, taking out a notebook in which you wrote down your sales.

“I'm not finished,” she interrupted you, leaving the box on the floor. “I also want those books.”

“Those? Which ones?” you asked confused by her vague description.

“All of them,” the lady said abruptly, leaving you glued to the seat. “I've been asking the Duke for that classic novel collection for a long time.”

“The Duke? Oh, well, I'm related to him,” you said smiling, taking the books out of the suitcase and leaving them on the table.

“You?!” Angie asked in a shrill voice, getting too close to you again. “Come on! You don't look like that fat greasy guy!”

“Fat greasy guy?” you asked amused. “Well, I don't really know him, but it seems that in this village you do it quite well.”

“Oh, yes, he's a scammer!” Angie shrieked laughing amused. “Isn't he, Donna?”

“Mm…” the lady nodded, distracted by the books.

That scared you.

“Oh, I… I'm not like him. I'm always fair with prices and… Cazzo, don't think I'm trying to rip you off or anything like that… Cazzo.”

“Do you mind stopping talking like that? I don't like rude girls,” Donna snapped at you, with a dangerous, annoyed tone.

“I'm, I'm sorry, it's just that... Well, I'm not used to being understood,” you explained with a different blush, one that was accentuated when a shy laugh came out of her veil.

“It was just a joke,” she said amused, more relaxed, surely fascinated by that collection of books she was looking for so much. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Oh, yes, per favore,” you said, extending your cup towards the teapot, with a calm smile.

“I still don't know what a girl like you is doing in a place like this...” she whispered after a moment of calm silence, one that served to, little by little, get you used to that sinister atmosphere, and that doll.

“It's a long story...” you sighed, leaning back on the old sofa.

“I have time,” she said, with the same tone as you. “I'm sure you'll appreciate having a chat in your native language, right?”

“S-Sure…”

As if you had suddenly forgotten what you were doing there, or how much time you had left to leave, you began to chat calmly with that strange woman.

At first she seemed gloomy, reluctant to hold any kind of conversation but… As you explained everything that led you to the village, your concerns, your goals… Well, her attitude relaxed quite a bit.

The short, dry sentences turned into a soft voice, into shy laughs from time to time. It seemed that she had gained some confidence with you, or so that living doll hinted. After your hectic trip through Romania, a chat in your language effectively lifted your spirits, it was almost like feeling at home.

On the other hand, that erratic behavior of the lady in black never ceased to surprise you. Like the rest of the villagers, she seemed not to understand or comprehend very well the outside world, the time in which you lived.

To your surprise, she had never even set foot on Italy. Yes, her family came from there, but, incredibly, Donna had never been there. But that was not the only thing that was curious, so were the words that claimed she had never left the village.

It might seem that this woman, with money, with power, from an important family, had little or no interest in traveling, in leaving this sinister time capsule.

But that was not the case. Her words were full of sadness, her sighs, that nostalgia with which she listened attentively to your words... It seemed as if deep down she wanted to leave, as if, for some reason, her stay in the village was some kind of condemnation for her.

The mansion grew darker as time went by as you talked, sharing impressions, tastes, hobbies… It was almost as if you had just met a friend, a friend with an interesting voice, with a beautiful body, with a subtle but intoxicating lavender perfume…

Your cheeks betrayed those erratic thoughts about the lady in black and you shook your head several times.

You, a cultured girl, a fan of romance novels, always tended to idealize that kind of situations. You didn't want to believe in love at first sight, but you certainly didn't know what it felt like, if it was even possible.

No, no, no, no… You couldn't think about that, despite how attractive Lady Beneviento was to you. Everything had an end, and sooner than you would have liked, yours came.

Sighing, finishing your last cup of tea, you looked at the clock and almost choked.

“Oh, cazzo!” you said hurriedly, getting up from the sofa. “5 o'clock, if I don't hurry…”

“What's wrong?” the lady in black asked, getting up too, playing nervously with her hands.

“I'd love to stay and chat but… If I don't make it to that stupida’s bus, she will leave without me and…” you explained, gathering that was left in your suitcase. Donna had bought almost everything without thinking about it.

“Are you going to leave?” she asked in a whisper, with a voice that, at least to you, seemed sad.

You looked at her and nodded with a polite smile, extending your hand towards her, a hand that, this time, she shook briefly.

Damn, her hands were very soft…

“It's been nice meeting you, Donna,” you said kindly, turning around to walk towards the hall.

“Are you going to let her just leave? Silly Donna…” you heard the doll whisper in an indiscreet manner.

“W-Wait, wait a moment,” the nervous lady said, running to meet you, making her veil move, inducing your mischievous eyes to look at what was underneath. “D-Do you really have to go?”

“Yes,” you said with a confused look, totally innocent.

“W-Wait, I… I…” she murmured, approaching slowly. “It's dangerous to go out at night.”

“Hey, can someone explain to me what it is that scares you so much about this place? And why are there living dolls?” you asked with an impatient tone, remembering each of the villagers' warnings.

“I'll explain everything to you, but, but only if you stay with me a little longer, just a little longer,” the lady said, in a tone that sounded curiously desperate. “Per favore…”

“Please, please!” the doll repeated in a shrill tone.

“Um…” you stammered, unable to find an answer, a desire to stay that you knew existed. But that village had already given you so much trouble, you wanted to leave, but at the same time, you didn't.

Damn senseless crush… How can you even know if you really liked that woman?

“Okay,” you said, letting your words speak for themselves, sighing as you looked at your wristwatch, knowing that, even if you ran, you wouldn't make it to the bus on time. “Hai un telefono?”

The lady nodded, pointing to a small table.

You walked slowly past her, checking how, in a disturbing way, the doll and owner followed you with their gaze.

“Irina?” you asked when someone finally answered, after a few tense moments.

“Oh spaghetti, it's you!” the driver of the bus screamed. She seemed agitated, as if she was running away from something, or so you sensed, there was too much interference. “You have to… Help me! Wolves… Monsters…! Call the… Lice!”

“Cosa? I don't understand you, are you okay?” you asked with a frown, that stupid girl seemed to be in danger.

“No…! No…! Mother Miranda!”

After those screams, the call was interrupted, leaving you disoriented. Seeing you like that, Donna approached, taking the phone from your hand and hanging it slowly, as if somehow those screams hadn't surprised her.

“It seems that there are some connection problems,” Angie mocked, laughing, but stopping when the lady suddenly looked at her, as if she had said something she shouldn't. “Oops…”

“I think she wanted me to call the police… Who is Mother Miranda?” you asked confused, with your heart racing.

“She’s the leader of this village,” Donna murmured, with a somber voice. “But don't worry, she won't hurt you, I won't allow it.”

“Hurt? Um, hey, Donna, I think, I think Irina was in trouble,” you said nervously, focused on finding out what had happened.

“You'll be in trouble if you go out at night, silly! You have to stay here!” Angie yelled at you, pointing comically at the floor.

“Oh, no, no, I don't want to disturb you,” you said with a trembling voice.

Your intuition wasn't wrong at all, but... In that house, you didn't seem to be in danger.

“You're not disturbing me, I like your company,” Donna said, with her hands in front of her body, with an elegant posture, unfazed by what seemed to be the death of the bus girl. “Do you want...? Do you want to cook something for dinner?”

“Oh, um, yes, dinner... Um...” you said confused, nodding without really knowing why. “Va...Va bene...”

As if you had forgotten what had happened, as if that call hadn't taken place, you went down to that dark basement with the lady in black and started cooking. It was a fun, entertaining time.

You both shared your own recipes, your special ways of doing things. Your mind had forgotten about going home, it had forgotten where you wanted to go, why you wanted to leave. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to stay with that dark Italian Lady. You wanted to talk to her, laugh with her.

Yes, you started to believe in love at first sight, you had no doubt that it existed, you were experiencing it.

Day and night began to dance before your eyes, the sun and the moon. How long had you been there? You didn't know. Had it been days, weeks, months? You weren't sure.

Cooking, reading, watching those movies… Any excuse was good enough to forget about your problems, to forget you had a place to go back to.

 Maybe darkness had invaded you but… You had become addicted to her, to Donna Beneviento, to that strange woman and her doll, to her voice, her words, her laughter… To the lavender of her perfume…

“Sale,” Donna said, extending her hand so you could give her the jar she needed while, like so many days, like so many times, you cooked with her.

A curious routine, cooking, cleaning, sewing… Something that your own conscience used as payment for being a guest who didn't pay for her stay but… Were you really a guest? What were you?

“I've never seen anyone making pasta,” you said curiously, leaning your elbow on the counter. Donna laughed amused, shaking her head. “Well, my grandmother usually…”

“You say I'm like your grandmother?” she joked, kneading calmly.

“No, not at all,” you said, amused, looking hypnotically at that curious dough. “I buy it ready-made, it's easier and faster that way.”

“Chi va piano…”

“Va lontano…” you finished, smiling again, with that damn blush on your cheeks. “It's true, you're right, Donna.”

She glanced at you briefly, giving you another of her beautiful laughs. You were so dazed that nothing mattered anymore, only waking up in that guest room again, only going downstairs to share moments with her, only her, only Donna mattered to you.

“Wait, let me help you,” you said, picking up one of the flour sacks and putting it on the counter with a loud thud, raising a thick cloud of white dust. “Cazzo! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!”

The lady coughed, brushing the flour away with her hand, clearing her vision. It could be a comedian or a dangerous one, you didn't quite know. Her little apron was unable to stop all the flour, which landed on Lady Beneviento, including her veil.

“Tutto bene?” you asked timidly, brushing the dust out of your hair.

“Sì,” the woman in black murmured, accidentally removing her veil, shaking it in front of your wide-open eyes.

When she realized the mistake she had made, the mistake of showing you her face, she gasped nervously, shaking her head.

You stood petrified, admiring every inch of her beauty, a hidden one, one that you only sensed and you had just confirmed. No, a stupid scar couldn't be that important, it wasn't capable of hiding anything, of overcoming her beauty.

“Non… Non…” she whispered, turning around and covering her face with her hands. “Non guardami!”

“Donna, wait, wait…” you said nervously, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t, don't cover yourself, You are… Sei bellisima…”

“No, no, no…” she repeated, nervously, pushing away your comforting hand. “Sei una bugiarda!”

“I'm not lying, Donna, really, I…” you said, trying to reason with those incipient sobs, with the trembling of her body.

“Now you'll want to leave… You'll make me hurt you!” she shrieked, completely out of control. You shook your head, ignoring that dangerous last sentence.

“Shh,” you whispered softly, turning her around, taking advantage of a slight moment of weakness. “I won't leave, I like being here.”

“No… Non é vero…” she said, moving away from your gaze.

You snatched the veil from her so she couldn't put it back on and, without thinking, you launched yourself at her lips, kissing them fiercely, just as you had wanted to do for a long time, you didn't know how long.

“Donna…” you sighed when you pulled away from the kiss, a messy kiss that she had a hard time joining.

Finally she did, caressing your cheeks, mouth agape by that sudden reaction, one that she was apparently also waiting for.

“You have come into my life like a savior, like a light that has passed through the darkness…” she whispered, kissing you again, losing that fear, that cowardice, the fear of being discovered, of you seeing her wounded face.

What Lady Beneviento didn’t expect, is that you would feel something for her.

“Per favore…Non partire…Rimani con me…Per sempre…” she murmured while your lips caressed each other, while the warmth of that unexpected love slowly passed through your body, until it reached your heart.

“Per sempre…”

[bau-drabbles]

a/n: creds to the prev people that did this! :)

your insta but you're dating aaron hotchner, part 3

okay i promise this is the last time 😭 i made this in such a rush, it's so ooc. pls forgive me and enjoy 🤍

part 1, 2, 4

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y/n_xo: aaron and his dimples 😍🫶

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d.morgan: and then you have reid who's standing behind him like a skin walker

its.emilyp: he looks like a kid who's gone to tell his dad he ate all his food including the veg

itsjj: he looks like henry when he vomited at 2am and came into my room to announce it

penny.garcia: my sweet boy, he looks like he needs a big long hug!! 🥹🥹

d.morgan: he's fine sweetness, he's going to live 😐

its.emilyp: its okay derek, spencer loves you too

d.morgan: i already know, who wouldn't 😏

y/n_xo: this is not tinder pls, i just wanted to appreciate aaron's dimps 🥲

itsjj: aww father and his son 💗

a.hotch: one is enough, thanks

d.morgan: loool you heard the man, reid. no one likes you

a.hotch: you leave him alone right now 🤨

reid.gram: you heard the man, morgan. no one likes you 🥱

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y/n_xo: he's so cute 🤍🥹

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d.morgan: yknow sometimes i forget hotch is a whole father

reid.gram: same. he's so angry all the time. i can't fathom him showing any other emotions beside it

y/n_xo: he's so nice to jack, i can't remember last time i even got a kiss 🥲

itsjj: this morning when we walked by your office 🤨

penny.garcia: or last night when we were at the dinner 🤥

the.davidrossi: or literally anytime you both are together 😐

a.hotch: i literally kissed you just a minute ago. but okay

its.emilyp: ignore them all, baby. i'll give you all my kisses 👭

its.emilyp: has he been working out? 🤨

a.hotch: it's all natural, i assure you

d.morgan: he's lyin. he asked me to help him work out

a.hotch: have you never heard of privacy before??

itsjj: i was going to say, he's been looking.... a little bigger lately 🤔

y/n_xo: JJ 💀💀

itsjj: is that not what the kids are calling muscular?

penny.garcia: right?? recently he's been coming in sweaty like he's been running for miles

y/n_xo: sometimes he does ;)

itsjj: 👁👄👁

reid.gram: i am so close to blocking you from my phone

d.morgan: i really did not need that vision in my head 🤢

penny.garcia: i also did not need to see our boss in that light please

y/n_xo: shouldn't have asked 😌🫶

the.davidrossi: i think its time to slip into early retirement

y/n_xo: finally❤

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y/n_xo: i love u my grumpy man

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a.hotch: i love you more, my sweet ❤

its.emilyp: wake up and break up rn

reid.gram: the way i fell into a endless void of nothingness for all of eternity

itsjj: aww you guys are so cute😁🔫

penny.garcia: right, you guys are so adorable!! (i've had enough of living)

d.morgan: highway during rush hour looks mad comfy rn

a.hotch: please every single one of you seek professional help

its.emilyp: two bros holding hands 6 feet apart because they're not gay

y/n_xo: EMILY :(

itsjj: em you know he's just shy

its.emilyp: of what? me personally, i'd be flaunting y/n everywhere 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

y/n_xo: (s)creaming 😻

a.hotch: Y/N! 😠

d.morgan: you do know... we can read these right?? 🤢

reid.gram: i think she likes feeding off our fear and horror

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y/n_xo: i'm abt to give strauss a quick call 🤨

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the.davidrossi: please like erin would go for you 💆‍♂️

y/n_xo: i didn't think she'd go for a mean old pasta man yet here we are

penny.garcia: is that jealousy i smell? 🤔

its.emilyp: he's actually ecstatic that his secret is out #rotch4life😍

reid.gram: you mean *roach

a.hotch: is that how this team refers to me, as the chief supervisor? 🤨

its.emilyp: yep 🫂

d.morgan: she said it^^

its.emilyp: omgg conspiracy theory, hotch dated y/n so he could lust over rossi in private 😹

reid.gram: it's not a conspiracy if it really happened ☝

a.hotch: this most certainly did not happen!

its.emilyp: well you know what they say, guilty until proven innocent

the.davidrossi: nobody says that!

its.emilyp: okay and how do you know?? exactly you don't. case closed 🗣

d.morgan: honestly rossi... it feels like you're trying to cover up your tracks 😏

its.emilyp: the closet is glass, we know and it's okay ❤

itsjj: we all love youu 🥹🫶

the.davidrossi: all of you better sleep tonight with a lock. i'm coming after every single one

penny.garcia: if you kill me, could you try not to ruin my hair? the curls are no joke 😩

[itgetsdark-x]

Hi💗 Love all your works sm😭.You are so freaking talented 😍😍🥲💘

I would like to read a therapeutic smut with our curly bf Javi 🤭 ( requester is trying to have no shame lol) .

Ok, javi gutierrez/his gf reader where reader is anxious about her upcoming project. They have a small talk about her anxiety. Javi is trying his best to support her. Then reader admits that she craves for being comforted sometimes. ( daddy issues caused the lack of confidence👀) . So mention of daddy issues, then it all somehow turns into: thigh riding, praise kink,dirty talk, daddy kink and forehead kisses 🥺, oral (f/m receiving or both 💀), p in v 😗.

The whole vibe is supporting gf turns into hot dom/sub 🫂=>🥵

It's just a request and I do it for the first time. So I hope I didn't get carried away too much🥴. Anyway, waiting for your reply.

Have a nice day💕x

P. S. If u like the idea u could name it "Skinny-dip inside your mind" ( the quote from Lana's new album). If u would like to ofc ✨💗🤗 ok bye x

A/N: okay, this request really spoke to my all my mommy/ daddy issues and I couldn’t resist. I love how detailed you made it and I just hope it lives up to your expectations lol. thank you so much for taking the time to send in a request and for the kind words! I’m sorry it took a lil while!

Summary: Javi had always been the most perfect boyfriend; he was attentive, loving and nothing ever seemed like it was too much for you. He knew you were struggling mentally recently and knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

Characters: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, mentions of anxiety / mental health issues, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. (Probs other stuff, it’s mainly just smut lol, you have been warned)

Word Count: 4.3k

You slammed the lid of your laptop down and collapsed your aching head into your crossed arms. You slowly allowed yourself to cry and within minutes, you were sobbing into your arms, you were so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn’t heard Javi, your boyfriend, come home. 

“Mi amor,” he frowned, rushing to sit beside you at the kitchen table. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around you and stroked through your hair affectionately. “What’s happened? Who has made you feel this way?” He asked, his voice concerned. 

“J-Javi” you sobbed, lifting your head to peer at your boyfriend with red, streaming eyes. “W-work. It’s just, this stupid project and article I need to write. If I don’t have it ready and completed by the end of the week, it’s going to be a disaster. I have to get the shoot finalised and I just know it’s going to go all wrong because I’m useless.” You sobbed, your voice coming out as wrecked cries. 

Javi frowned at you, as his fingers stroked through your hair still, just trying to offer a small glimmer of comfort to you as you cried. Your body shook as you sat there, you took a moment to try and focus on your breathing but you could already feel your chest tightening and your breaths got more shallow and speedy. 

“Baby,” He whispered. “Come on, look at me. Look at me, that’s it.” He cooed softly as you looked at him, your eyes were still streaming with tears but the panic was evident in them now as you struggled to suck in a breath. “Breathe for me, hermosa. That’s it, take a deep breath. Do it with me.” He instructed and placed a soft hand to your heaving chest as he helped you take in a deep breath. 

You shut your eyes and listened to your boyfriend’s voice, you did as he instructed and soon, your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down a little. You rarely let Javi see you like this, if you were going to have a panic attack or cry, you would excuse yourself and deal with it alone as you didn’t feel he deserved to have to see you like this. Still, there were some occasions where you couldn’t stop it. 

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, grabbing your laptop and opening it once again to deflect from having to look at a concerned Javi. 

His fingers gently pried the laptop from your grasp and he quickly closed it down, sliding it away from you. You tried to take it back but Javi shook his head no and stroked your cheek gently. 

“No, I’m sorry, mi amor. You’re done working for the day, it’ll still be there tomorrow and I can help plan some things for the shoot for you. I have my contacts and you should take advantage of that.”

You shook your head no, and immediately you felt the panic rising in your throat like a poisonous acid; you needed to work, you needed to get it all right and the fact that you weren’t in control had you spiralling again. 

“Speak to me, my love. Please. Just… I’ve not seen you like this for a while. Speak to me.” He whispered. 

“Javi…” you sighed. “This project at work is major, it’s my first time being in charge of a whole shoot and feature. I need to nail it, and, and I just feel like I’m not doing that. I feel like it’s going all wrong and suddenly, I’m twelve again and my dad is yelling at me for doing everything wrong.” You rambled, your voice raising at the end.

You had stood from the kitchen table and you were now pacing the length of it, your arms were wrapped around your waist, trying to comfort yourself as you spoke. You shared everything with Javi; your hopes, your dreams, what you want exactly from life but for some reason, you hadn’t ever spoken about your dad. It was a tough subject for you to bring up and you dreaded it every having to be spoken about. 

“Your father?” Javi asked, he turned in his seat and watched you pace the room; he knew better than to stop you. “You never speak about your father…” he mumbled. 

“Yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “There’s a reason for that.” You shrugged, not giving your boyfriend much to work on. 

Javi didn’t move, he watched you and waited silently; he knew how your brain worked and if he kept quiet he knew you would soon spill the beans, more so than if he questioned you at every corner. 

“As you know, my mom passed away when I was around four years old, well, it broke my dad, of course it did. And well, because of that he was pretty absent whilst I was growing up… Absent besides the times he would yell at me, he blamed me for mom’s death and said that it should have been me that died, not her. He said that if I wasn’t born then mom wouldn’t have turned to drugs as a comfort.” You recalled painfully as tears slowly trickled down your face. 

“Cariño, we both know that isn’t true. Your dad just needed someone to blame, I’m sorry.” Javi sighed sadly, he wished he could take every ounce of pain from you so you never had to feel it. He was stood in front of you now and he held your face gently in his hands; he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you near melted into his touch. “Why don’t you come and sit on the couch with me, just for a bit and maybe after dinner, if you feel better you could do a bit more work. Would that help?” 

You nodded slowly and allowed yourself to be led into the front room with Javi, he sat you down on the couch and closed the curtains behind you, knowing that you prefer to be in darker surroundings when you’re feeling anxious and sad. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as he fussed around you, he got you a glass of water and demanded you at least tried to drink half. You felt safe and comforted, it was something you always craved. 

“Thank you, Javi.” You sighed, your arm draped across his tummy as you cuddled into his side further. “You have no idea how much I crave to be comforted like this… I’ve never told you before because I didn’t want you to look at me differently, what with all my daddy issues.” You half joked. 

“I would never look at you differently. Never. I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” He said softly and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I do worry about you though… I mean, I am so proud of you getting that promotion at work but it seems since your anxiety has been through the roof.”

You opened your mouth to protest, pretending you had no idea what he meant but Javi cut you off with a stern look. 

“Mi amor, I’m not a complete idiot… I’ve seen you sneaking off to cry, I’ve left you alone as you usually prefer to weather these storms by yourself, it’s killed me but I’ve been trying to do what I think you want. Maybe you should speak with work, maybe get some time off…” he said softly, his fingers stroking patterns on the bare skin of your legs. 

“You know I can’t do that… I can’t take time off but you’re right, I’ve been a mess lately. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I didn’t tell you, clearly, but my dad messaged me the other day and said he wants to meet you. I keep him at a distance and rarely see him but he heard from another family member about our relationship and how I moved out to Spain to be with you and surprise, surprise, he now wants to be dad of the year.” You frowned, curling yourself into Javi’s side further, feeling his protective arm around you. 

“We can have him stay, only if you want to. If not, we don’t. It’s as simple as that, hermosa. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You nodded as your fingers lazily traced over the freckles on Javi’s arm, your mind was swimming with all the options of what could happen if you did or didn’t have your dad to stay, or what would happen with work if you opened up about the recent anxieties; you got caught up in your own head again and were only pulled out by Javi speaking once again. 

“You’re thinking too much…” he sighed. “Come here, mi amor. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up at Javi in confusion as you weren’t entirely sure what he meant but Javi gently pulled you into his lap and cupped either side of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft, sensual and just the epitome of Javi; caring, smooth and safe. His soft lips pressed against yours and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, you gasped softly and he dipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen your kiss. He entangled his fingers into your hair to move you as he pleased, you allowed him, you were like a rag doll, moving as he wanted you to. 

“There,” he whispered against your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You laughed softly and shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, I still feel pretty terrible.” You teased, wanting Javi to kiss you like that again. 

Of course he obliged, he pressed his mouth back to yours to give you another passionate kiss. His hands smoothed down the naked expanse of your arms and they landed on your exposed thighs, he toyed with the hem of your dress and you whined into the kiss. 

It had been a hot day so you were dressed in a pale blue sundress, Javi’s favourite and his own personal kryptonite. 

“You’re so beautiful, cariño, so breathtaking.” He complimented, reaching his head up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Drive me mad when you wear these pretty dresses, so gorgeous.”

You blushed at Javi’s words, with each compliment you could feel your cheeks glowing under his soft gaze. Javi peppered soft kisses to your neck, his plush lips sent sparks through your body and straight to your core. Before you realised what you were doing, you rocked your hips gently back and forth, searching for any contact against your clothed arousal. 

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” He cooed, his teeth grazing against your pulse point after whispering in your ear sensually. 

You nodded, a little embarrassed as your hips rocked back and forth. You made a small whimpering noise as Javi continued to kiss along your neck, only stopping to suck a small mark into your skin. 

“Shift over,” he instructed as he spread his legs further so you were straddling just one of his thighs. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, ride my thigh, hermosa. Make yourself feel good on my leg, like the needy little baby you are.” Javi smirked, looking at you with lust-blown eyes. 

You chewed on your lip as you slowly started to grind against Javi’s thigh, just a couple thin layers of fabric separating your pulsing clit and Javi’s skin. Your hips moved in slow circles, alternating between the soft little grinds and rubbing yourself back and forth on him rougher. Your mouth was parted as soft moans escaped from them, your arms were looped around Javi’s neck as you anchored yourself down to chase your high, greedily. 

“That’s it baby; you use me how you need me, need you to feel good. Tell me how it feels, please.” Javi gasped, watching your face contort with each moan that fell from your mouth. 

“Javi,” you sighed happily as your hips sped up, you could feel how slick you were with each move of your hips and you were sure you would be leaving a trail of your arousal behind on the beige linen of Javi’s shorts. “You feel so good, fuck. Needed this relief for so long, fuck, daddy.” You whimpered, too far gone to acknowledge the name. 

Javi’s eyes widened at the use of the pet name, you had never called him that before and he couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched in his pants. You were usually so reserved in bed, so timid and there you were, riding his thigh to chase your own release; looking so perfect. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Call me that again.” Javi groaned and held your hips roughly, making your grind down harder against his thigh. “Call me that as you cum.”

“W-what?” You mumbled before your brain clocked it and your cheeks heated up again. “Oh, I, um.” You whispered, slowing your movements as Javi controlled your hips. 

“Come on, my good girl. Call me it again, call me it and I’ll let you cum.” He encouraged. 

“Daddy.” you whispered, your voice coming out as a mere squeak. 

“Louder.” Javi’s hands gripped your hips tighter and slowed them down to soft grind which caused you to whine in frustration. 

“Daddy.” You said more confidently, wriggling your hips in his lap. 

“Good girl. So good for me.” He purred, his thick accent sending shivers through your body. 

Javi controlled your hips once more, speeding them up to allow you to chase your high; you were greedily there, letting your hips wriggle back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were gripping at Javi’s neck tightly and whimpering in his lap. 

You felt yourself get wetter as you came. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, your head lulling backwards as you chased your high. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now sit on the sofa and let me make you feel even better.” Javi purred, placing you on the couch so he could kneel between your legs on the floor. 

He decided against teasing you and instead pulled your panties off, tossing them to the side before dipping his head down to lap at your pussy. His expert tongue flicked over your swollen bud and then gently sucked at it, the suction of his lips had your whole body vibrating with pleasure and your fingers soon found their way into Javi’s soft brown locks. 

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimpered, shifting your body down to grind against the male’s face as he ate you out. 

Javi made a soft noise of appreciation against your wet heat, his tongue was working you with ease and within minutes you were falling apart at the seams, right on his face. He had you cursing and shaking all over again. 

He sat back, wiped his mouth and smiled up at you. He slowly stroked his hands up your bare thighs to pull your dress over your head, leaving you spent and naked for him to admire. Javi leant back onto his knees to fumble with the fastening on his shorts, you could see a large wet patch blooming on his thigh and your cheeks glowed as you knew that was from you. 

“You see that, baby girl.” Javi pointed at the darkened spot and you nodded in response. “Course you do, that’s from you. Is that how good I make you feel, sweet girl? Hm? Make you so wet you leave a patch behind when you cum. So hot.” Javi groaned.

He was drinking in your naked body, you drew your legs up to your chest and tried to cover yourself but the older male tutted and brought your legs down, spreading them so he could see you in all of your naked and aroused glory. He leant back again onto his knees and slowly freed his hard cock from his shorts, it sprung up and you could see beads of precum leaking from the tip. You absently licked your lips as you watched his hand stroke his length, your empty hole fluttered around air as you imagined your lover filling you up so deliciously. 

Javi clocked you, he could see you watching him and since he had already made you cum a couple of times, he thought it was the perfect time to tease you. He moaned as his hand passed over the tip of his cock and back down the shaft, he was moving slowly and he really ramped up his moans as he locked eyes with you. It was like a movie you couldn’t tear your eyes from, they would dart down to see Javi stroking himself before they would lock with his once again. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you were so turned on and you weren’t in control of your own body; your nimble fingers dipped down to stroke around your clit. You spread your legs further as you pleasured yourself, Javi smirked at you and nodded eagerly as your fingers sped up to match his own strokes. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He gasped, this person in front of him looked like you, looked like his girlfriend but your actions were so out there compared to your usually reserved-self. “Fuck, look at you, hermosa. Such a good girl for me, touching yourself cause you couldn’t even wait for me. So needy, aren’t you, my sweet little girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded softly at Javi; the room was filled with sounds of your heavy breaths and soft moans as your fingers slowly sank into yourself. You were driving your boyfriend made, he wanted to bury himself so deeply in you and stay there forever but he also couldn’t stop watching as you pleasured yourself. 

“This what you do when daddy isn’t around to touch you, princess?” Javi groaned, he slowed his hand down and squeezed his length roughly to stave off his want to cum. 

“Y-yeah…” you whined. “Feels so good daddy but nothing feels as good as your cock, I’ve tried everything but nothing feels as good.” You admitted with red cheeks. 

“Yeah? What have you tried, honey?” He cooed, smirking that you were so open. 

“Uhm,” you whimpered as your hips bucked up to your hand. “My hairbrush, I tried using the shower head and I’ve tried humping everything; the sofa, my pillow one of my stuffed animals but nothing ever feels as good.”

Javi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, it was dark and condescending and it made you feel even needier for the male. 

“Aw, my poor little baby. Humping everything like a little mutt. That why you rode my thigh earlier?” His voice was deep and lustful, it was the perfect mix of condscnedation and love. 

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes with embarrassment as you admitted it to your boyfriend. He would often be away on work trips and you recalled in your mind all those nights that were so lonely and you were so empty. You craved your boyfriends touch, and his approval even more. 

“Being such a good girl for me now.” Javi groaned, finally pulling his hand off of his cock. He removed his shirt and stood to fully take his shorts off. 

Your eyes followed your boyfriend, your fingers still circled your swollen and sensitive clit, you could feel your orgasm impending quicker and quicker. 

“Javi,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.” 

“Call me by my proper name, baby girl. Then you can cum.” He hissed, he gently wrapped a hand around your throat so his fingers and thumb were pressing on your pulse points. 

He restricted your throat just enough to make your head feel floaty and that’s what you needed to push you over the edge. Your mouth open in a silent moon as you tried to speak. 

“Daddy. Fuck.” You breathed, cursing him. 

Javi smiled down at you as your fingers stopped moving and your thighs shook roughly; he kissed your forehead gently and stroked your cheek after he released your throat. 

“Good girl. So good for me. How do you want to take me?” He whispered, his hand cupping at your cheeks gently so his thumb could stroke the soft skin there. 

You shrugged at him, feeling far too fucked out already. “I-I don’t mind.” You whispered. “Just want you, please.”

Javi made a humming noise of appreciation and he pressed another kiss to your forehead affectionately. “Okay, my love, lay down for me and I’ll give you daddies cock. Hm, is that okay with you? That what you want?”

You made a soft whining noise, you knew Javi’s cock would sting as he stretched you out and you couldn’t wait but you were already feeling over-sensitive so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You laid down on the large sofa, your back leant up against the arm of the sofa with a cushion behind you and Javi positioned himself between your legs, he gently held onto one of your thighs for leverage as he positioned himself to your hole. 

“God, you’re so wet and tight for me, hermosa.” He groaned as he gently pressed himself into your vagina. Your eyes screwed shut at the sting of stretching around his member and Javi shushed you, he kissed your forehead once again before he started a slow pace. 

Javi squeezed at the flesh of your leg, you were perfect for him and he could live buried deep in you forever if it was possible. He rolled his hips sensually and with every thrust of his cock, he deliciously pleasure your g-spot. It was intense and your body shook with the pleasure of it all. 

“Daddy, you feel so good. You fill me up so well.” You whimpered, your soft hands grabbing at Javi’s back desperately as you clenched around his cock. 

“So do you, my sweet girl. Perfect little cocksleeve for me, made just for daddy. Isn’t that right?” He cooed. 

You nodded and Javi sped his hips up, he’d had enough of teasing himself and now he was chasing his high greedily. You laid there and took him, obscene moans and curse words tumbled from your lips like a free-flowing stream. You were a goner, so close to cumming around your boyfriend you wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you tried. 

Your walls fluttered and clenched around Javi’s member as you came; you felt it get wetter between the two of you and your whole body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your cheeks as Javi kept up his punishing pace. 

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Javi groaned, holding your hips for better leverage as he fucked into you with fervour. 

It didn’t take Javi long to get there, soon his hips were stuttering to a stop before he quickly pulled out of you. He stroked himself once, twice and on the third time, he awkwardly leant over to spill his hot cum on your tits. You opened your mouth to catch a few stray spurts on your outstretched tongue as Javi praised you, fucking his fist as he painted your skin. 

Javi fell back onto the sofa with a groan, your laboured breaths filled the empty room as your tried to regain some composure. 

“Fuck me.” You laughed, flopping an arm over your face in exhaustion.

“Just did, cariño.” Javi laughed, not wasting a second to go and grab a damp cloth to clean you up with. He wiped at you gently and you hissed as the cool cloth hit your sweaty skin. 

Javi returned after throwing the cloth into the wash and sat on the sofa next to you, he took your legs and draped them over your lap so he could stroke softly at your bare skin. 

“That…” he breathed. “That was amazing but uh, do you wanna talk about it at all? It was different for us… amazing but different and I hope you’re okay.”

Your eyes were still closed, you were bathing in your post-orgasmic glow and Javi’s words had you crushing back down to earth. 

“Javi,” you whined as a warning. “Can we not… you found out a lot about me today, maybe pack it away and save that conversation for another day? I’m okay though, thank you for asking. I love you a lot…”

He lifted your leg and kissed it softly, he knew not to push you otherwise you would just withdraw into yourself further which wouldn’t help anyone. 

“Fine, fine. I love you more, hermosa. You’re my world. Whatever you need, or whatever you want from me, I’m here for you.” He rambled until you sat up and gently pushed his shoulder. 

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You laughed and brought your boyfriend in for a gentle kiss, he smiled against your lips before you laid back down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over your naked body. “Now, I think you promised me dinner? How about your famous risotto?” You grinned. 

Javi rolled his eyes affectionately and stood, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and handing you the tv remote. 

“Anything for you, mi amor. Now, you relax here, cariño and I’ll make us some dinner.” Javi smiled, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead before he disappeared into the kitchen. 

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[dontcallpanic]

Hi my wonderful buddy, I got a little ask for you too along with the one you asked me ( I'm curious about your answer 🫂💗)

What kind of story is your favourite love story?

+ why is it your favorite? what does it tell to you personally?

Hey – I’m so, so sorry this has taken forever. Life, the universe, everything etc.

Thank you so, so much - I really appreciate the ask – and your reply to this question was SO beautiful and just properly perfect in every single way I wanted to actually spend a bit of time thinking about my interpretation. So, sorry, sorry and here we go!

What kind of story is your favourite love story?

This IS a hard one – and it’s kinda nice to have it served back to me actually!

Firstly, I am a terrible person. I am the kind of terrible person who will say ‘I don’t like love stories’ and then about 15 pages into a fic or story or whatever (could be while reading or when I’m actually writing something myself) I will suddenly sit back and go ‘oh shit, it’s a love story.’

So basically I’m a massive liar!

I blame this on growing up in the 90’s when every other romance story was one where a woman has to make a complete fool of herself to get some random guy. (This is NOT a dig at romcoms at all – this is more baby me looking at these examples and going ahhhh I’m not sure about all this love stuff. It seems confusing and I’m not sure I really want to go through that).

So… What convinced my subconscious to fall in love with love stories? Essentially I really liked what you said about the things that at first glance appear not to be about love but then you scratch the surface and it’s there.

I love the kind of stories where the love isn’t the be all and end all – it’s not obviously explicit but it’s there, woven into every glance, gesture, touch, choice of phrase, decision made. I love it when the love story moves from subtext, very slowly into text. I love it when it’s two characters start to grow together and because of that they become more than the sum of their individual parts. I love it when the simple love and presence of the other, enhances their world beyond what they imagined. I love equal dynamics, one way or another. I love to see people fall in love with someone for who they truly are. That total, complete, non-judgemental acceptance is so beautiful and I very much believe that can be true of platonic love as well. I love the kind of story where you can see the evolution and growth of this relationship, where people fall in love almost accidentally.

There’s a few books I’ve read like this, where the love story is there but subtle but honestly, the best examples of this, for me, I’ve found in fanfiction where the time and space can be given over to developing these kinds of relationships without other stuff (real world stuff like strict editing) getting in the way.

If you write fanfiction – doesn’t even have to be this kind of fic – I love you and I am extremely appreciative of all that you do and incredibly thankful that you exist!

All of this, to me, is why I’m glad shipping is a thing! And shout out to the big steamy passionate romance stuff which is always a lot of fun!

Why is it my favourite?

I really like people! I think people are pretty amazing (on the whole). So getting to see two people figuring out how amazing the other one is… seriously it’s like catnip! I love watching the growth, change and evolution of their characters and love feels like the biggest payoff sometimes. The more I think about it, the more I realise how complex and how beautiful love is. I like seeing all the different incarnations and when people write about love, I’m always learning and always seeing something different - someone is always sharing just a bit of themselves, especially when they write about love. That’s pretty stunning and amazing to me.

Personally, in my family history, love has not been modelled as well as it could have, which is just how it goes sometimes, so I was quite sceptical of love growing up. I have my own experiences of how love can be a twisted and bitter thing but I’ve also been fortunate enough to  learn how incredible, warm and beautiful it can be. I love seeing all these themes mirrored in writing and stories so much, especially as each one is so different from the next. I love to see how love can heal (as you put so beautifully) and I suppose, it gives me hope! Hope that there are always lovely people in the world.

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Ooft! I am VERY not used to being this romantic in real life, let alone on Tumblr of all things! But thank you for letting me pour my heart out a bit!

@gege-wondering-around You are a TRULY wonderful person, thank you, as ever, for being so damn kind and lovely. You are absolutely one of the nicest people around and you deserve only good things! I will mirror your gorgeous words right back to you: May you always find a place where you feel loved and may you always be surrounded by people who love you. You deserve it. Be kind to yourself, nos da a cariad mawr!

[corviisquire]

Hello~ I just wanted to let you know that this is what my doodling-while-i-work sketches look like these days... 👀 I am obsessed with my beautiful blue lady 💙🥺

(ignore the colours, this was done with blue and pink highlighters lmao. they just were in hand at the time)

Not showing you my pinterest board for because it's embarrassingly full lmao. I'll make a nice moodboard for her and post it here though! Also I have been looking at couture dresses and pearls and gems to figure out her dress (because i am OBSESSED with all the layers and details you put, there's so much leeway for beautiful fabrics and ruffles and ways to connect the hood!!!), so thank you for rekindling my fashion designer side 😌✌️

I have been toying with the idea of making the moon into actual horns since we talked about it (like Maleficent?) - you mentioned opals and shell linings, and I think it would look sick if the moon-antlers/horns had that opalescence sheen to them? Maybe it could mirror the mask?

Idk, I haven't quite fleshed her out yet so that may change. She still doesn't have a name; Miss Missy is being very secretive about her life (no surprise there 🙄).

I do wanna show you this! There's this gemstone called Azurite, that has this beautiful shade of deep blue, with purples, and some greens and gold speckles and spots (seriously - look it up, it's fantastic). I like the idea of her being connected to gems and stuff, and I think this one in particular fits her vibe SO well?? So yeah.

Sorry if this is kind of a long, weird ramble, but I just wanted to let you know that our Blue Lady (that's her temporary name) is being well taken care of and cherished 🌙💙✨ Hope you're doing well!!!! 🫂💙🥺

AAAAA sorry for the late(r) response I was about to go to bed and saw this. I just- OMGOMGOMGOMG my face is heating up. Jinefvijneifjvneijfcn 💜🩵💙🩵💙🩷🩷💙🩵💜🩵💖💕💓❣️💘💞💗💕💗💖💕💞💗🐟🔥💕💖🩵💞🩵💞🩵🔥💓💗💙💗❣️💗❣️🐟❣️🐟💙💓💓🔥😱❣️🔥😱💗💓💕💕❣️💕💜🔥❣️🔥🦑🔥

Me staring at my phone rn.

And why she urple?? There’s so many thoughts going on in my head rn.

1. YOU DID THAT WITH HIGHLIGHTERS WHAT??? excuse me??? what In the Bob Ross???? I love the way you blended the pink and blue and the sketchiness of the lines AUGH. It’s so crunchy… good food…….. you captured her whimsical aura perfectly. The fabric for her sleeves is so nice. You drew her so pretty omg omg

2. I love malificent so much :(((( I love sleeping beauty, I love the live action malificent… OPAL MASK AND HORNS HELLO. Blue Lady is killing it over here, my god. She’s got the bling. She’s got the swag. What more could she have.

3. My grandparents are jewelers and they used to keep random geodes and gems around their house and azurite was one of them! I remember because they would try to teach me about rocks and gems and different gem cuts and I just sat there “no thoughts, head empty, I only want to look at pictures of agate and peridot”. their azurite was very very small and I’m not sure where it is anymore. My favorite gem has to be zircon though, love that stuff. I will for sure be reading more on azurite though!

4. (Psst I have a character who’s like a pomegranate goddess and I think her and Blue Lady would get along wonderfully. Her name is Punicae and you can find her og design here.)

them with not accurate coloring cause i be speed drawing. They slay. Together.

I’m going to go to bed. Stay safe, take care of yourself, LOVE yourself. Tysm for this I’m crying. Love you very much and giving you all the azurite your heart could desire 💙🩵💖

[konigsblog]

orla you are so wonderful!! you simply must know this. your writing is so good??? i’ve definitely said this many times before but i’ve been following your account for a WHILE and watching you grow as a writer has been such a treat🥰🥰 with all the hate i just wanted to make sure you know that we are here!! we love you!!! cheering you on from america! (and probably so many other places that’s just me personally))

but i hope you’re doing well and i hope you get some well deserved rest and a nice lil snack🫶🏻🫶🏻

this is such a sweet and thoughtful message for you to send, my dearest !!! :'3 i greatly appreciate you sending me this, thank you, it's really brightened my night !! i'm so glad you have enjoyed and appreciated all my work, i'm beyond grateful for your sweet support, thank you so much !! 🌷🌺💐

i started this account in march/may 2023, and now it's nearly march 2024. i've met so many wonderful and kind-hearted people, you guys are always helpful, supportive and i'm super thankful for your sweet messages and requests 💗

it's crazy to think i'm nearly at 12,000 supporters, how you guys check in on me after getting hate and always have my back. thank you, my engels !! 🥹

much love from scotland, my dearest !!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🫂🐙

[aphroditelovesu]

Hi I hope this isn't weird or anything and plz don't feel pressured to answer this or respond but I just wanted to thank you for your writing💗

I just lost my dog on the 16th. He was my baby and I miss him so much and also 16 years old but your writing has been making me feel better especially the yandere Baldwin IV writing you created it is nice to imagine how he would comfort me even though he died hundreds of years ago lol😅

I hope your having a wonderful day/night💗

Oh, I'm so sorry! I know how painful it is to lose an pet, which isn't even an animal but part of the family :( I'm really sorry, anon! 🥺🫂

I'm glad you like my writing and you can be sure that Baldwin would comfort you, he's a big softie 🥹❤️

I hope you also have a good day/night, even after what happened. Again, I'm sorry for you dog! 🫂

[jennaispunk]

hi jenn! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with joel <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

Anna!!

Thank you so much for reaching out. The vibes have definitely been off here lately but it’s nice to be reminded that there are kind, positive people in this fandom.

I hope you are taking care of yourself as well. Make sure you are taking time for yourself, staying hydrated and protecting your peace.

For me, this whole thing has put some things in perspective. We are supposed to be a community and support each other. We should be lifting each other up, not tearing each other down.

I am not super active on tumblr. I have posted a few things that I’ve written and will reblog the work of others but I don’t reach out the way that I should, mostly due to being such an introvert and worried about making a fool out of myself but that changes now. I want to make it a point to start reblogging more and reaching out to others in the fandom if only to let them know that they matter. We all deserve a place here.

Even with all the recent negativity, I feel blessed to be here. I have met some amazing people here, one of them being you! I’m always here if you need to talk.

Thank you so much for spreading the positivity. You are a lovely soul and this fandom is a better place with you in it! Sending all the love and hugs right back to you, my friend. 🫂

I will absolutely enjoy my quiet night with Joel.

Much love,

Jenn 💜💜

[joelsteinfeld]

hi ophélie! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with joel <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

hi anna! this is so sweet of you for sending this to me, I'm going to enjoy this perfect quiet night in with Joel cause that is what we do it every night.

but first of all, i am feeling well, thanks for asking. but i'm also feeling frustrated for what happened on this fandom lately. I just don't understand why are some people have to say those hate speech to others or stealing someone's work ??? please stop doing that. it's not cool and not nice and if you cannot say anything good then don't say anything at all.

anyway i hope everyone on this platform doing okay, (including you anna<3) and please be kind to others. you all deserve love, kindness and respect. and keep your head up, don't let anyone drag you down!! 🤍

[imthebadguyyy]

Oh.My.God

Thank you so much for 2K followers!! this is absolute madness!! so full of love, and grateful for every single one of you!! this is absolutely wild and I'm ecstatic!!

thank you for choosing the click the little follow button to make my day, and for helping expand my little online family to two thousand people!!

to all my new followers, hello!! i hope you continue to find the content you want, feel free to pop in and say hello at anytime!! asks and questions are always welcome!!

my apologies for being silent for so long, ive been on a little hiatus of sorts, and unfortunately, will continue to be on one for just a little longer, but do remember, i check my inbox, asks and messages pretty often so feel free to say whatever (as long as it's nice please!)

im going to tag a few of my besties and fellow bloggers who i recommend you follow as well because their content is incredible, and because i want to say a little thank you to them all

@lewisrises - my bestest tumblr friend, i love you so much!! thank you for being my fellow bookworm, i absolutely adore you and your blog! much love to u always ♥️

@enchantedaniel - beth, you know how much i adore you! it's safe to say I'll stay I'll always stick around!! forever grateful for you ❤️

@bibliosaurus - a new friend, but you're the sweetest! much love and a hug 🫂

@lewishcmilton - my fellow desi buddy! love u and your blog so much 🩷

@multifandomsw - may we continue to bond over harry and anthony!! so glad to call u my friend! much love 💗

@enchantestuff - you always know how to make my day! top tier content and the sweetest persona? sign me tf up! i love u and your work so much!! 🩷

@lucent-knight - you're like my favouritest person and you have the coolest art ever!! lowkey highkey in awe of your talent, hope we can meet soon! love u so much! 💗

@grandestrategia - my dearest wife, i love u with my whole heart and im so grateful for u every dayyy!! if we don't meet one day what is life. love u ❤️

@yungbludz - sexiest content on tumblr 100% so in awe of your talent!! 💗

i think my beloved esme @lewisinlace has deleted her blog :( but she's one of my favourites people in the whole of the tumblr community 💕

thank u to each and every one of u for your support and friendship 💗 wrapping all of u in the tightest hug and giving you all a virtual warm drink 💗

[strang3lov3]

hi bug 🌸

we officially enter spring today—and what a lovely day it has been—so i just wanted to wish you a happy spring!!

here’s a little bouquet of flowers for you to decorate your blog in honor of the new season 💐

i love you so, so much 🫂

anna 💗

A bouquet?! How beautiful!

They look lovely here on my blog. I put them right up there next to my name 😉💐

This is especially nice because I can’t have flowers IRL. My cats are dickheads and will destroy my flowers either by knocking them over or eating them.

Spring and summer are actually my least favorite seasons because it’s when the bugs return from hell and terrorize me. It’s a very calculated and personal attack. And the worst part is, my dickhead cats won’t even kill then and eat them anymore!!

But I’m looking forward to the storms, the warmer weather bc I’m one of those always cold people, and finishing this semester of school 📖 I’m excited to have more time to write, do more Joel paintings/drawings, knit, among some other things 🩷🩷

Thank you so much for this sweet message 🩵 hope your spring is lovely Anna!!

[hauntedhowlett]

hi paige 🌸

we officially enter spring today—and what a lovely day it has been—so i just wanted to wish you a happy spring!!

here’s a little bouquet of flowers for you to decorate your blog in honor of the new season 💐

i love you so, so much 🫂

anna 💗

hi anna! happy spring! i hope the weather is already nice where you are 💕 thank you so much for the kind message 💕

[akaashism]

Are you excited to watch Haikyuu movie? Can I ask what is your fav plot twist in HQ? For me, is when I found out that the 'little giant' who inspire Hinata end up becoming a mangaka (not pursue volleyball). Like, really?

Also, just want to say, love your fics, thanks for sharing your hard work. One of the thing that I love every time I read your Merthur and Kagehina fics is there is no ooc (really feels like I watching the series and anime). 💐🌷🌻🌺

As new merthur fan, I'm glad to have found someone who love bbc merlin and anime (especially Haikyuu). Because not many people that I know who love both series.....

Random, but can I ask your opinion on atsuhina and kenhina (if you don't mind me asking)? Like, even as multishipper, I really can't feel the potential romance with either atsumu or kenma. But I love atsuhina & kenhina as platonic duo.... Not that I hate the ship or people who ship them, every one is free to ship who they love. But for hinata, kageyama is the only one (in my opinion).

P.s

From your name, at first I thought it will be bokuaka blog (because your name is similar with akaashi), sorry for my mistake. But do you also love Akaashi as a character? Him and Bokuto is my third fav ship and fav dynamic in HQ 🤣

Hi!!

Yes, I'm very excited to watch the Haikyuu movie, 31st May can't come fast enough!! I've heard that the movie leaves a lot to be desired but it's still an exciting thought to see my boys on the big screen ❤️❤️

The Little Giant/Tenma thing is definitely one of my favourite plot twists in the manga as well, I never thought we'd actually get to see him + Akaashi ending up as his editor in the timeskip was a wild coincidence! Hinata going to Brazil was a huge surprise as well, and also Oikawa becoming an Argentine citizen and facing all his rivals on the highest stage @ the Olympics was so unexpected and iconic and made me a bit crazy ngl 😵‍💫

Thank you for the love on the fics, I'm elated you enjoy my characterization 🥰 A bunch of my friends are actually both into anime and Merlin, so I really enjoy sharing the two with them! Admittedly, I'm the one who converted a lot of them into haikyuu fans, but I have this theory that people who love merthur WILL love kagehina and it has proved to be true till now 😈 I hope you're enjoying merthur, they're truly legendary and the fandom is also incredible, no ship will ever make me feel the way merthur did!!

Oh yeah, I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU. I love both kenhina and atsuhina as friends, but I can't see either of them romantically. In fact, I am actually insanely fond of the Atsumu and Hinata best friendship agenda aahhh I think it works so perfectly and I enjoy interpreting them as kinda chaotic sibling-coded within the dynamics of MSBY 4, so I love, loveee thinking about that!

Kageyama is definitely the only one for Hinata. Period.

I do adore Akaashi as a character, I see so much of myself in him and he's just very relatable and comforting 🫂 I did used to love bokuaka a lot in my early days of being an hq fan, they were briefly in my top 3 ships as well, but somewhere I lost interest in them :( I've been a lot more into osaaka (osamu x akaashi) these past two years and I know it's a bit of a rarepair, but I love them to death 😭❤️

Thanks for such a nice ask! I hope you're having a wonderful day 💗💗

[reedrchards]

hi sib! 

to say the vibes have been off lately would be an understatement, wouldn’t it? because there has been a lot of negativity, too much for a place that is supposed to be about finding an outlet for your creativity and people to share your interests.

i know it has been difficult, draining to be around here and face all the discourse cankering the fandom. 

because of all this negativity, i believe it is important to try and balance it out with some kindness. so here i am, doing a little check-up on you <3

so first, how are you, really?

everything you feel regarding what is happening is valid and you deserve to feel happy and safe around here. so please, make sure you take the time you need from posting, from sharing fics, even just from being on the platform. i want you to know it’s okay and i support whatever you decide, for whatever reason.

i also want you to know that you have your place here, as much as the rest of us. you’re loved and wanted and i can assure you the fandom is a far better place with you in it.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself outside of tumblr as well. please remember to stay hydrated and to eat something 🫶🏼

now i would like you to sit back and enjoy the perfect, quiet night in with javi <3

do not hesitate to reach out if you need to talk, i’m here for you! sending you all my love and so many hugs 🫂

anna 💗

oh anna this is such a nice thing to wake up to!!!!!!!

things have been a little wild, huh? i love logging on after a long day, but to see people getting attacked by anons and writers being targeted by gaslighting plagiarists is just fucking insane!!

but i’ve been okay for the most part 💕 just dealing with mundane life things; working, paying bills, cleaning, trying to give my shaky 7yr relationship some much needed tlc.

i hope you’re doing well yourself and thank you for spreading so much love through the fandom. seriously, it doesn’t go unnoticed and god, how lucky are we to have you around? 💖

p.s. that moodboard got me fucked up

[bugsbenefit]

Hello, how are you doing?🌷💓🌞

omgggg lenora you're backkkk hiiiii 🥰🥰💞💗 i missed seeing you on the dash the past weeks so much 💕💕💕🫂

i'm doing good right now actually! (putting a read more here in hindsight because of the ramble lmaoooo)

i'm doing a course to start taking driving classes. which... happens to be in the evening so that does kind of suck actually. but yk exciting to finally get it out of the way! and i'm also almost done with it by now, there's only this week (including the weekend uhm) and part of next week left and then i'll have a normal schedule again akdfhad

(i usually have an atrocious sleep schedule but somehow being out until almost 10 and having to eat dinner then is fucking it up even more. good to know a bad sleep schedule can always be worse if you try hard enough🙏, maybe that'll finally motivate me to improve it when i'm done with the course crying)

and i'm also crossing some things off the list of chores no one in the family has done in ages since i've accepted they're not happening otherwise. like taking my grandma's cat who didn't see a vet in almost 10 years to one last week and she shockingly didn't try to kill me!! (surprising because she's genuinely insane. there's baby photos of her trying to bite people's arteries open. i love her and she has issues. she's cute too, no matter how many of my relatives think she's butt ugly, it adds to her charm. she does look weird tho i admit that. also really fat, big girl, i had to buy a whole new carrier to even fit her into it 😭) big fat cat who hunts mice for fun, looks weird as hell, loves biting people and is also the most touch starved cuddly cat i know, she contains multitudes

she's fine but i'll have to take her again in a few weeks, i'm convinced she'll return to her killer roots now that she remembers what a transport carrier looks like. but i'll just be optimistic about it until her teeth are in my arm 👍

byproduct of that is also that i'm trying to exposure therapy my way through my crippling fear of making phone calls to officials and doctors and so on. thanks insane cat of my grandma 💗 it's a process but it's definitely getting easier

also side effect from all that is that i haven't really been on tumblr much the past 2 weeks either (i mean i say that, i am actually still on here but i usually just scroll and don't have time to reblog/post when i'm on the go. tumblrina is a chronic condition for me i fear)

but there's also not been that much production news for ST or anything i could have missed out on so good timing :D

this is kind of a ramble of what i've been up to adfkjadfj how are You?💞 it's so nice to have you back on the dashhhh