#I never asked for their name how rude of me

[autixel]

It hurt. It hurt in a way I didn't feel I could justify. This person doesn't know me. Doesn't recognize me, but they could. They could know me. Remember us. Remember our lives. Then they'd know they'd be happy with me, but they're happy now. I felt like a creep watching my soulmate and their spouse and their two young children in the outside section of the Italian restaurant.

The children were squealing in joy, wistfulness scrunched in my face. My waiter was finally here, Valentine's Day made the place nearly packed and though I could see the wear in her eyes she had a lovely smile.

"Welcome to Katherine's, my name is Brianna, I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu," she said as she poured ice water into the glass on the table and handed me the menu, it matched the fanciness of the restaurant.

"Thanks, Brianna," I smiled back. While Brianna didn't say anything about being alone on Valentine's Day I could see her fellow wait staff weren't so kind, an occasional glance my way and visuals of whispers between workers. I wonder what their soulmates were doing. How they'd feel that their destined loves were so rude. I knew my soulmate had a family. I've seen them post on facebook about memories of meeting their spouse, children's birthdays, anniversaries, the like. But I wanted to see it in person, I really don't like how that makes me seem like a stalker.

I stared at the writing on the menu, pieces of paper protected by plastic lined in faux leather, "KATHERINE'S" stamped in gold on the front, nearly unnoticeable stitching. Maybe I should get some meatballs to start, and the snapper seems good, not too expensive. Maybe some lemon sorbet to ice the emotional wounds. This is embarrassing. I heard myself sigh. Now knowing what I want I set down the menu, turning my gaze westward. It never gets old. Katherine's is set on the top of a tall hill overlooking the highway. The sky dazzled in streaks of pink and orange that blurred into dusty blue and darker as the eye trailed East. The unkempt grass swayed as the breeze picked up and slowed as it dropped. It felt good. This body likes the cold, though today is a little abnormally warm for February. This is part of the melancholy of remembering your past lives, remembering how things were. Some people get really weird about it, others get really sad, others get inspired to go for a different career. I watched a collected drop of condensation fall down the glass and absorb into the napkin acting as a coaster. I took a sip.

Brianna came back and I gave her my order and the menu back. I pulled out my phone, beginning to scroll Tumblr. The great thing about people who remember their past lives is that old media never really dies, I got really into now old Hollywood in my previous life and I can connect with other people across the world who also loved it, and new people too. I know there's a group of people out there who remember reading and hearing about Gilgamesh thousands of years ago. People have dedicated phrases and tells for their next life to pass on their belongings, there's an industry about keeping things for your future life. Though that isn't always guaranteed assuming that you realize yourself in your current lifetime and you have the ability to travel to where you died. I get an ad for forced past remembering pills. What great timing. I get a post about national politics. I continue scrolling, reblogging, waiting for the food.

And randomly I get a feeling of being watched, I glance up and—there's my soulmate, staring directly at me. There's a visual hint when a person is remembering their lives. For my soulmate it's unusual flickers of light in their eyes. Oh this isn't what I wanted. I see their spouse recognizes something is wrong and meets where my soulmate is looking. Their eyes squint in confusion and rising irritation. One of the kids asks what's wrong with their parent. They're adorable. The spouse thinks over their words, lips drawing into a line. They say something in hushed tones and the kid asks, "Remembering?" The spouse replies, "Yes, I can tell you more about it at home, eat your spaghetti, gotta have food in your belly."

My soulmate blinks, confused, makes eye contact with the spouse and back to me. I avert my gaze. Oh, Brianna, where are you and can I get that to-go actually. I hear whispers at the other table. A waiter walks by, not Brianna, and the spouse alerts them and says, "Excuse me, can we get some boxes?" The waiter says, "Sure, I'll be right back," walking back the way they came. One hand held my chin the other drummed fingers on the table. I'm so minding my business I'm so not here. I hear more from my soulmate's table,

"I'm not having an argument in public."

"I think I should talk to them."

"Oh, that random stranger is the love of your life? Past, present, future?"

In an attempt to watch I accidentally meet my soulmate's eyes, but I darted away again. Please, soulmate, do not interpret as an attempt at being coy and wanting to be chased.

"Hon', please."

"We'll talk later. Let's get these little guys home first."

My soulmate sighed in exasperation.

The waiter came back with boxes, leaving them with, "Have a good evening," the spouse said thanks. I could tell they were keen on getting out of Katherine's. The kiddos' food got quickly boxed up, the adults followed. The family started heading out, my soulmate at the back, their spouse in the front holding the hand of the younger kid. My soulmate stopped at my table, looking uncomfortable. They bit their bottom lip looking between me and their family.

"Go with them."

"Can I at least get your number?"

They quickly unlocked their phone, face recognition, then pulled up a new contact. Their face was tense, creasing in the brows, highlighting of their crow's feet, a slight pursing of their lips. I could feel my eyes soften. I already knew I couldn't say no to them.

"I don't think that's a good idea, but okay."

I took the phone, entering this body's name and phone number. I handed it back and my soulmate typed something. I got a text message from an unknown number.

"That's me..." They said as they raised a hand to the back of their neck. This body had a lopsided grin. It reminded me of the amount of times I've seen them like this over the lives.

"I think you should go."

"You're right, hey, uhm, I'll call you later?"

"Sure."

My soulmate waves goodbye and I smiled in turn. The sun was red orange over the horizon. The clouds shifting over into purple.

Brianna came back with the food.

"I'm so sorry about the wait."

"You're fine, you're fine. Everything's okay."

"Call me over if you need anything."

"Thanks, Brianna."

She smiled and went over to a different table.

At least the food was good.

You and your soulmate are stuck in a cycle of reincarnation, but you managed to find each other every single time. In this life, you finally managed to track them down… only to learn they started a happy family with someone else.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AND T.O.P AS JEALOUS MEN

୨ৎ pairing: friend!gdragon / friend!top x fem reader ft eunseok of riize & juyeon of the boyz!

୨ৎ genre: angst! some arguing, slight manhandling and with mild profanity and insecurities

୨ৎ summary: a small crush was nothing serious until it blossomed into a much bigger and stronger crush which was something you refused to let happen. knowing the man you liked so much would never like you back.. moving on was the best decision. or was it?

୨ৎ from myeong: hello!! here I am finally with the jealous gd and top!! woohoo!! I hope you can enjoy it! x

GDRAGON

this man.. it was so hard for him to hide jealousy. he had done it for so long but as the days, weeks, and now even months passed he couldn’t do it anymore. the thought of you consumed him and he needed you. of course he wasn’t sure if you felt the same way and to be honest he was more than scared to even asked, that’s why he stayed silent. what if he ruined the most perfect friendship you both had? it would kill him for the rest of his life because if you didn’t feel the same way about him then.. he at least needed you in his life as his good friend. there was no way he wanted to risk such an important and beautiful person like yourself.

jiyong stared at the clock for what seemed like hours but in reality it had only been a few minutes he was just overly dramatic as always. you were supposed to be there at in studio 10 minutes ago and it had only been 10 minutes he knew you would show up eventually. you had a busy and normal life while he was a super famous idol that was wanted and needed here and there. jiyong often thought that’s what drove you away from him and it killed every part of his soul to think that way because he would stop everything to make time for you and only you, his precious angel. 10 minutes turned into 20 and that 20 turned into 30.. it had been hours by now and he had never felt so frustrated before—not even a text or call from you what the hell was going on?

a few giggle left your lips as you tried to act as if you understood the stupid joke that just came from eunseok’s mouth. he had the worst jokes you could ever imagine but you still enjoyed them because it was him the sweet eunseok you adored so much. your lips parted to speak but that was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, furrowing your eyebrows and telling eunseok to wait—who could be here at such an hour? once you were face to face with the jiyong himself you felt your blood run cold not thinking he would show up on your door step like this after completely ignoring him. “ji—” he stopped before you could continue. “do you know how many hours I waited for you, hm? that was incredibly rude of you and to.. ditch me for that guy you haven’t even known that long.” he scoffed and it only pissed you off more. “you know I’ve known him for a very long time ji.. why are you acting this way?” you knew that was stupid to ask after purposely ignoring him and not showing up to his studio.

“is everything alright sweetheart?” the sound of eunseok’s voice was enough to make jiyong go insane and it only made it worse when the pet name was used. that was his job to call you all the sweet things and make you feel special, loved, and cared for. “her and I need to speak alone so I suggest you leave.” that was a warning jiyong gave and a very intimidating one at that. “why? can’t you talk with her here with me? I don’t want you making her uncomfortable which it seems you’ve already done so.” jiyong’s head tilted to the side and a deep chuckle left his lips stepping closer to you both and your hands flew up to press against his warm chest, “eunseok just give us a few minutes please.” you spoke to him but your eyes stayed on jiyong’s enjoying the way he looked down at you it felt so special. eunseok has had a crush on you for a while now it was nothing new or shocking but how you felt about him was nothing like what you felt for jiyong.

“I’m sorry ji.. okay? I’m sorry. what I did was wrong but I just thought that maybe we could, I don’t know, have a break from each other.” it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows not believing a word you were saying to him right now. “what the hell does that mean? what kind of bullshit is that? a break? from each other? why would we possibly do that. we’ve been friends for years now. I don’t want that to change but I do at the same time.” and you were hit with confusion before anything else feeling it like a ton of bricks not being able to move in the spot you stood in. “stop hanging out with him so much and come to me like you have always done.. please? you know how much I adore you. don’t do this to me.” he wouldn’t admit his feelings and it was the most aggravating feeling ever because he desperately wanted you to know how he felt but just couldn’t bring it to himself to tell you face to face. “just..” jiyong started but stopped when his hands found your face holding it like it was the most delicate piece of glass that could not be manhandled. his body was close enough you could hear the pounding of his heart making yours skip a beat—never being this close to him before in such an intimate manner. jiyong carefully leaned in to press his lips against your own his eyes finding eunseok who had slowly walked up behind you to see what was taking so long and his eyes widened seeing the kiss you both shared.

T.O.P

“what a fucking sight this is.” seunghyun spoke to himself while watching you sit in the cafè with none other than the man you kept ditching him for, juyeon. he lit a cigarette and took a long drag of it before slowly making his way over to the small building. he stood outside for a few extra minutes to finish his cigarette before walking in and ordering whatever it was he laid his eyes on—still not a single glance his way. he watched how interested you seemed to be in the conversation with the younger male only making things worse for the both of you. he felt so ignored so hurt and disappointed how could you do such a thing to him just for a guy you’ve known for a few months maybe a year now. he was nothing like seunghyun and want seunghyun could give you. taking the coffee he had bought without even looking to see exactly what it was, he left the cafè and decided to sit on the bench nearby.

the feeling of irritation leaving his body when seeing your gorgeous smile loving the way it lit up the entire room and he constantly reminded you of that. you’d roll your eyes playfully and turn to look the other way not wanting to hold eye contact with him any longer. as you and juyeon finished up with the small ‘date’ he liked to say it was—he grabbed ahold of your hand which you kindly wanted to pull away but didn’t as he started to speak up about the topic you two were on earlier. what you hadn’t noticed is the bench nearby until juyeon stopped and you turned your head, eyes finding the familiar deep brown ones that you adored with all of your heart. seunghyun. your heart dropped and you quickly pulled away from the tight grip juyeon had on you. “seunghyun..” voice trembling knowing what you had done to him and only feeling this overwhelming feeling of regret and sadness.

“hm? I see you’re having a good time. maybe I’m just too old for you to hang around.” his jokes.. oh his jokes were something you enjoyed the most. he was such a funny man and you never wanted to push that away. “we were actually on a date—” juyeon tried to start but you quickly shut him down because no matter what he thought it was not a date and you never felt that way about him. seunghyun could only chuckle staring up at juyeon. did he feel threatened? of course not but he felt very uncomfortable. this feeling was something he wasn’t too familiar with but what he did know is he wanted to pull juyeon away from you because the anger he felt when seeing him touch you was enough to be worried about. “I think you should go home.. I need to have a talk with seunghyun okay? thank you for the nice time today I enjoyed myself.” kindly shutting him down the best you could without causing any more hard he took the hint and walked off without saying another word to either of you.

“now that you’re done ignoring me I think it would be nice if you could explain to me why you did such a thing.” you knew this was coming but you wanted to avoid it as much as you could which wasn’t going to happen. seunghyun stood from the bench and turned to walk away from you but your smaller hand grabbed ahold of his wrist forcing him to stop in his tracks. this burning rage was jealousy and he knew it but didn’t want to admit it which only made him look like such a coward. “please seunghyun I’m so sorry.. I don’t have an explanation for what I did.. it’s hard to explain and even understand.” but you understood quite well and you were avoiding him to get rid of those feelings and it wasn’t working very well at all. “it’s always hard to explain! you use that excuse every single time and I’m sick of it. If I hear that one more then—then I won’t hold back.” it only confused you. hold back? why would he have to hold back to begin with? a sigh left your lips and your grip on his wrist only tightened pulling yourself closer to him, “seunghyun..” your voice was sweet like honey and he hated how you had this effect on him it was so controlling. “this.” is all he said before smashing his lips against your own the faint taste of his cigarette he smoked moments before making you feel dizzy but in the best way possible.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

•°. *࿐ mingyu

◦ words: pavement, thirsty, and seem (>600 words)

tw: i use italics like it's free and it is playlist: four (deluxe) album by one direction thank you for betaing, ally bear <3 @lovetaroandtaemin

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜

“The pavement isn’t as thirsty as you make it seem.”

The sound of pouring liquid continued even more aggressively.

“Okay, so you are not going to explain this insanity?” A boy rocking on his feet lazily drawled. His slightly questioning face, tinted with hints of disgust and curiosity, would have looked like constipation on anyone else's face. But, as the boy kept on reminding people, he was Kim Mingyu, and there was only one of him.

“Oh, you would know everything about insanity, wouldn't you?” You spat out.

Mingyu rolled his eyes. In his, admittedly, short life, you were the most difficult thing he ever had to deal with. If he tried to talk with you formally, you asked him who he was trying to impress. If he talked with you normally, you would roll your eyes and say that you guys were not that close. If he tried to be rude, you would announce to the world that the class monitor and soccer captain and science club president was a bully. If he tried to be nice, like he was now by giving you a sports drink because you almost fainted during PE, you acted like he was planning on murdering you. God, he could never win with you.

Between the two of you, he always gave in first. He had to. There was no one more stubborn than you in the whole wide world. And everytime he said it, you always replied, it’s because I am an aries. As if that counts for anything. When Mingyu protested that he was too, you gave the same reply as the previous thousand times: my birthday is on March 26. I am a March Aries, and that’s better. Suffice to say, he never won that particular argument.

“Okay, that’s it.” Mingyu’s hand darted out and caught your wrist that was going to chuck the empty bottle at his head. “Why can’t you accept one nice thing from me? Or better yet, just tell me why you hate me so much? Is it the science club thing? Cause I will resign if it is.”

“Science club thing?” Your voice is shriller with each word you utter. “You know what you did. Don’t try to play innocent with me. It’s not gonna work. I am not a part of your little posse.”

“Oh, you so wish you were.” Mingyu pulls you closer so that you are almost nose to nose with him. Your brown eyes blazed in indignation and he had to stop himself from getting even more closer if that was even possible. Closing his eyes for a second to reorient himself, Mingyu breathed out, “I am not playing innocent. Please, just please tell me where I messed up?”

You searched his eyes as if to see if he was speaking the truth. He could see you resisting the urge to just scream at him and leave. But, maybe, you could feel his sincerity. In a calm and tight voice, you said, “You straight up told my best friend to her face that she had no chance with you. How could you be so cruel?”

“I didn’t realize I hurt her so much.” Mingyu admitted. “But, I wanted to make it clear that I would never like her.” 

“Why not? She is so nice and kind and all things lovely.” You implored. “Maybe if you gave her a chance….”

“No.”

“But-”

“Sorry, not possible.”

“If you would just liste-”

“Nope.”

“Why are you being like this!” You yell out in a half-scream.

With more of a resemblance to a statue than a man, Mingyu replied, “Did you ever consider that I rejected her because I liked you instead?”

“Oh.”

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜

if anyone wants me to write about a specific member, please send me an ask with the member name + three words from this word generator)

[burningcheese-merchant]

"Valentine's Day" - BurningCheese Short #10

Remember this? This is the sequel lol. I actually wrote it months ago; I waited until Valentine's Day to post it so it could be "on time" since the other one technically wasn't.

More BurningCheese/GoldenSpice content yaaaayyyyyyyy there's been a dry spell on Tumblr lately and it's made me so fucking sad lol. I gotta pick up the slack or else I'll be dishonoring my blog name. Happy Valentine's Day, you fucking nerds

(Also, there's a pinch of HollyCacao in here for extra seasoning :P)

"I take it you've all had a joyful holiday, my friends?" Pure Vanilla asked, "if all of your smiling faces are not deceiving me, of course?"

"And how!" Hollyberry answered cheerfully. "Valentine's Day is one of my kingdom's most beloved holidays! Love and companionship ought to be celebrated every day, of course, but this day brings out our greatest passion."

"Your people celebrate everything every day, is that not so?" Dark Cacao said with a slight roll of his eyes. "One struggles to find a moment's peace in that place. I still do not know how you don't run out of food and other resources, with how often you all throw your parties and balls."

"Oh, don't be so stiff, Cacao!" Her words came out in the form of lighthearted laughter, punctuated by a playful punch to Dark Cacao's shoulder. "Even you had fun at the festival the day before. You wouldn't have come if you thought you wouldn't have, no?"

"...No. I suppose not." He shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips. "But the brunt of my enjoyment came from being beside you, yourself. And... I am more than happy to come to you if you ask for me. From one end of the earth to the other, if I must."

"I know," Hollyberry murmured, offering him a warm smile in turn. He offered her his hand, tentative yet earnest; she took it gladly, wasting no time lacing their fingers together and squeezing his tight.

Peeking at the pair from behind her berry juice glass, White Lily spoke, "I heard your dragon friend appeared at the festival, as well... How did that go?"

"You mean Pitaya Dragon? He certainly did... and made a mess of the whole kingdom, just like always! Haha!" Hollyberry threw her head back in laughter at the memory. "Less than he would have had Fire Spirit not been around to keep him tame, but even so! That eventful day ended in us all having far less juice to our names than before!"

"And one less chandelier in your dining room, right?" White Lily giggled.

"You heard about that, eh? Let me tell you all the story, then!" Hollyberry leaned forward, the glimmer of merriment in her eyes now shining twice as bright as she cleared her throat and set the proverbial stage. "The festival was meant to conclude with a great feast in the Hollyberry Palace. The doors were open to all, and we had whole tables of food prepared for everyone! The grandest assortment of all was in the royal dining room, and..."

The other Ancients sat still and quiet, bewitched by Hollyberry's exciting tale... all but one, of course.

Save for the occasional chuckle and friendly acknowledgement towards whomever spoke to her, Golden Cheese had remained silent almost the entire meal. If her friends noticed, they had yet to ask about it - and perhaps it was better that way, for there was no guarantee that Golden Cheese would have taken her focus away from the special item nesting in her lap long enough to reply properly. She would have hated to act so rudely. So foolishly.

And yet...

Tracing her fingers idly over the page, she began to smile. Even now, even with the paper sitting a ways away from her face, the sweet scent of jasmine floated up and tickled her nose... and her cheeks grew rosy as she breathed in slow and deep, drinking it in for the umpteenth time, for knowing that he took care to remember all her favorite spices never failed to make her heart flutter.

Her eyes found themselves back at the top, starting their journey from the first word all the way down to the last yet again:

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your laugh,

Your hands the color of a savage harvest,

Hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

The sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

Hunting for you, for your hot heart,

Like a nutmeg tiger on the cliffs of the Spice Ridge."

Could he see the warm glow in her cheeks, even so far away from her? Could he hear the drumming of her heart against her ribcage, flustered yet captivated, all the way wherever he was right then? Would that whirlwind kicking up in her mind gain enough momentum to break free from the confines of her skull, and soar to him, coiling around his body and stitching itself to his skin so he could never be rid of it?

Foolish as it was, she hoped so. Every year, he cast this same spell on her; the words might always be different, but the underlying sentiment was the same. And it always worked, at first to her chagrin, now to her undeniable joy. He knew it, she knew it, he'd long since sapped her of her strength and will to pretend otherwise - and she wanted him to know it, needed him to. It was the least he deserved, seeing and understanding this delightful burden on her heart. And it was all she could give him in return, until they meet again and she could finally-

"It's from him, isn't it?"

The sudden whisper in Golden Cheese's ear made her jump, her wings ruffling in shock. In the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar head of wavy white hair, framing a face now full of dismay.

"Ah- I'm sorry," White Lily said. "I didn't mean to startle you..."

"I- ahem- i-it's nothing," Golden Cheese stammered. "Nothing whatsoever. I hardly even know what you're apologizing for."

"Is it?" Dark Cacao inquired from across the table. "You've been quiet for some time, then you suddenly leap from your seat. It isn't like you."

...Ah. So they did notice, then.

"Your face is quite red, as well," Pure Vanilla fretted, finally opening his eyes enough to gaze at her from beneath his long lashes. "Are you certain you're alright? You aren't catching a fever, are you?"

"I... Well... No. It's..."

Curse Burning Spice. Curse him, well and truly, and his ability to transform her into both the best version of herself and some strange, backwards caricature, sometimes at the same time. No one could ever make Golden Cheese fear the limelight. No one could ever make her tremble and falter beneath the weight of others' eyes, instead of relishing and demanding more of their attention. No one could ever make her wish the earth would obey her command when she needed it to most, and open up and swallow her and her embarrassment whole.

Except for him. Curse him. Curse him and the sway she lets him have over her. Over her heart and soul...

"Oh... I give up." With the same swiftness and grace of a child bringing out the stolen candy hidden behind their back, she raised the letter high enough for them all to see.

"Oh! Is that another one of Burning Spice's poems?" Why did Hollyberry have to say that so loud? "I remember that he wrote you one last year, too! Did he do it again?"

"...Yeah," Golden Cheese said. "He... does so every year now."

"That's so sweet," Hollyberry said warmly.

"Oddly so," Dark Cacao added. "A gesture of sugar from a man of spice... I never took him for that sort."

"But the world is ever full of sweet surprises, is it not?" Pure Vanilla said. "Even in the most unlikely places." The look he gave each and every one of them, lingering on Golden Cheese the longest, was equal parts genuine and teasing. "We all know so, to some degree, I think."

"Yes..." At that, Golden Cheese couldn't keep the soft giggle from bubbling to her lips. "A sweet surprise in an unlikely place, indeed."

"Forgive us all for putting you on the spot, Golden Cheese," he continued. "Although, now knowing the truth behind the redness in your face, I will say..." The slight upturn of his lips grew in length, brushed with a hint of... mischief? "You're more than welcome to excuse yourself, if it's his company you'd rather seek today than ours."

That shade of red on her face darkened to near purple as laughter spilled over the table from all sides except her own. "Well- I'll have you know that I'm upset with him!"

"Are you, now? Are you certain?" Dark Cacao asked jokingly. Not even he had the strength to resist letting a chuckle or two rumble in his throat at her expense.

"As certain as the sun will rise tomorrow," Golden Cheese huffed. "I'm here making a fool of myself in front of my friends, and it's HIS fault. Therefore, his great punishment shall be staying apart from me until I decide to grace him with my presence again."

"Oh my, such cruelty! And on Valentine's Day!" Hollyberry made a face of disappointment at her. "I thought better of you than this, my old friend! You would break your lover's heart like this after he gifted it to you in such a sweet way?"

"And if I would? Is it not the least he deserves?"

"Even if it is," White Lily said, "I still don't think you'll do it. You'd feel too guilty letting him be lonely."

Golden Cheese crossed her arms and looked away, pouting - a telltale sign of defeat from her, if any of them knew her. "Oh... shut up."

More laughter from the lot of them... some of it coming from Golden Cheese herself, soon enough; she just couldn't help herself any longer.

But she WILL punish Burning Spice for his insolence, real or perceived. Whenever she returns to him, she shall greet him with a well-deserved tongue lashing. Won't she?

Still shaking from laughter, she glanced down at the poem again. Sweet in every sense of the word.

...Oh, who is she kidding. No, she won't.

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You can pry "Burning Spice is actually intelligent and cultured and well-spoken" from my cold, dead hands. You WON'T pry "Burning Spice shows his way with words by writing Golden Cheese romantic poetry" from me no matter my state of life, death and/or decay. I will rise from my grave and deliver a plague unto your house if you even dare to consider it

Also, the poem is "Sonnet XI" by Pablo Neruda (just with a couple of words switched out to make it sound more Cookie Run-esque lol). Chilean poet this time, as opposed to the Indian poet from last. I found this one and thought it suited Burning Spice perfectly haha

[sugawhaaa]

SAN DRABBLE

🌙▪︎[Damn those eyes]▪︎🌙

Warnings//genre:: violence, knives mentioned, San is in love with you bc he's insane....

Pairing:: rich!San x fem!bodied!hitman!reader

A/N:: okay we got part two of the masquerade series and I think Yeosang will be next and possibly the last of this series 💪 I did have a Hongjoong one planned but idkkkk

Atz masterlist::🗡

Taglist:: @saddeneddimple @leo-seonghwa

🎧::

You were a hitman hired by a big shot of an internationally famous company. You were ordered to kill a man named Choi San. Why did the company want him dead? None of your business. You got a photo of him, nice and clear, 4k quality yet when you arrived at the exact location the company said, he was well hidden. A masquerade ball. Choi san would be at this ball on May 17th, arriving roughly at 7 pm yet the grand clock showed it was a quarter till eight and you could not spot this man. It would be hard to find a man you've never met behind a mask and feathers among nearly a near hundred people. Time to move on to plan b.

You started getting friendly, but not too friendly so as to not draw attention. You silently started to hint at your interest in a good man named Choi San. The groups of people seemed surprised you didn't know of this man.

“Oh Mr. Choi?”

“He's new money but he is so famous,”

“You should really look into him,”

All the women seemed giddy about the concept of San and this piqued your interest.

“New money you say? How did that occur?” You ask, trying to keep up your curious little lady vibe.

“His father passed away tragically, however, his father insisted he take the money,” a woman wearing a deep satin blue gown informed you. She held her mask up with the convenient handle on the side. The mask's blue matched that on her dress and there was a gold trim around the eyes and outside of the mask.

“Oh, what a shame,” you sigh with a shake of your head. “I would love to meet Choi san, passed off of all your positive judgment on him,” you say politely, slightly hinting to them that they should introduce you or something of the sort.

“Ah yes, he is just in the back corner by the drinks,” a younger woman in deep magenta points out. Her eyes are full of youth and innocence, a spark that has been missing from your eyes for far too long.

“Why thank you for pointing him out,” you bow slightly before making your way over to him. He stood close to the bar of drinks and held one hand behind his back, the other in front holding red wine, a dark clash to his white suit with a snake tongue-like ending to it. You take a deep breath before coming up to him. “Excuse me, are you choi san?” You ask politely and he turns to look at you, his eyes are mainly hidden beneath his white mask.

“That would be me,” he smirks slightly. “And you may be?”

“Ah, Y/N L/N, sorry for my rudeness,” you put a hand to your chest, drawing sans eyes to the black choker on your neck holding a deep ruby charm on the end of it.

“No apology necessary,” San bows slightly, almost like a nod in a modern conversation. "What is it you wanted to discuss with me?" He asks, assuming that you wanted more than friendly conversation.

"Ah, yes," you look down at your hands for a moment, taking in the dark velvet red gloves that wrap up to your elbows. "Perhaps we should discuss it in private," you suggest and San chuckles, that rich laugh that makes your blood heat up. San eventually leads you to a deserted hallway with rows of doors. He takes you to one of the rooms and explains that these are guest rooms used by people who wish to stay the night at these balls rather than go home after all the drinks and dancing. San had already booked himself a room so there would be no interruptions in here.

San closes the door behind himself before making his way to stand in front of you. A perfect opportunity...

"What is on your mind Ms. L/N?" He smiles politely and through his mask, you can see the purity in his eyes. You swallow hard, your hand tightening around the handle behind your back. San's eyes flicker down to your hand hiding behind your back and he sighs softly. He sits down on the bed in his room, leaning back slightly and holding himself up with his hands. This is the perfect opportunity to pull out your knife and kill him off. You grip the handle harder and swing it out from behind you, now revealing the weapon to San's eyes.

You pin him down to the bed, ensuring he can't wriggle away, before raising the knife above even your own body. Your eyes are locked right on his neck, your aim perfect. However, as you bring your hand down you down feel the knife make contact with his body. You avert your gaze to look at his neck, which should be covered in blood, you see his eyes looking up at you. "Can you really do it?" His expression is blank and you raise the knife again, attempting your strike again but now your hands quiver. "It's much harder to kill someone when they're looking right into your eyes huh?" There isn't an ounce of fear in his voice or expression, almost as if he knew this would happen and he mentally prepared for this beforehand.

You sigh, questioning yourself; could you really do this? Kill a man who is looking up at you with those eyes. Damn those eyes... "before you kill me," San starts, drawing your attention back to him. He raises a hand to your face and you pull back. "Could you let me see your face?"

His request leaves you momentarily speechless, however, it is quite frankly his last wish.

"No," you state and you can see the hurt in his eyes. "Because...I'll let you live. But you if you saw my face, I'd be severely punished," you put the knife back into its hidden pocket in the back of your dress. You stand up and turn to go to the door but San quickly follows, placing a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him and he pulls the mask off your face, the mask falls to the floor as you finally feel the warmth of him on your face. He looks directly into your eyes, for they are most familiar to him.

"I didn't plan on snitching either way, I know you're just a puppet,"

[berylcups]

La Squadra x Reader - How they act when they get a crush 💕

CW: dirty internet search history, gossip, wound mention

Notes: Hey~ I’m finally back making content! I’m probably not gonna make them as frequently as I used to but that’s because I want to really focus on quality. I missed yall! I hope this one works out well! I hope you have a happy Valentine day weekend 💜 even if you’re single like me, at least you can be delulu like me and pretend that you’re in a committed relationship with one of these guys! Enjoy- 💜 Beryl

Risotto

He’s emotionally stunted but he feels a strong connection to you. He tries his damn hardest to get in your good graces just so he can be in your thoughts for at least a second. So he tries to get your attention any time he can.

“Y/N…Can I get your thoughts on this? Who do you think would be a good fit for this target? You have a good sense on the men’s abilities and how compatible they are together.” He guided you to his chair and looked over the information on his laptop.

“Hmm… I think Pesci and Formaggio might be best for this mission. With how laidback he is he probably would keep Pesci from getting nervous and botching the mission. I also think Pesci would be a good distraction while Formaggio sneaks up and...” You explained.

“That’s a very good idea. I think I will try your idea. Even if the target is a stand user, they’re both crafty enough to get the job done and get out in one piece.” He calmly praised your suggestion.

In addition to seeking out your advice, he would show some slight favoritism. He’d make sure you’d have a spot at the couch or get an extra seat for you, open the door for you, hold the umbrella when your both walking when it rains… he’s subtle, but it should be obvious to even the most oblivious teammate that he’s fallen for them.

Also…if you have a keen eye, you might see an appearance from Metallica themselves. If you get a knick when shaving, or accidentally cut yourself while prepping food, you might see them show up in your wound trying to sew you back up. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt ❤️

Formaggio

This guy tries to make an effort to get to know you once he has a crush on you. He’ll stop using meaningless pet names and call you by your real name.

“It’s Y/N right? Why don’t you come over and sit with us? There’s a beer with your name on it! You gotta tell the guys how you got rid of that target, it’s hilarious!”

He uses your name and learns what your favorite drinks and songs are but what doesn’t change are the cheesy pick up lines. That’s his bread and butter, he’s very transparent with how he feels about you!

“Did it hurt?” He asked slyly.

“Did what hurt Maggio?” You raised your eyebrow in confusion.

“Y’know—did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” He purred.

“Pfft—stop. Not again with the shitty pick ups!” You giggled.

Illuso

When he realizes he likes you he stops teasing you… maliciously. He still going to tease because he refuses to address his own feelings but he slowly opens up…through his teasing.

“Aww poor Y/N, still so tired? Didn’t get enough sleep? Well luckily for you I took the liberty of getting you vitamin B12 supplements and your favorite energy drink. I’m not such a bad guy aren’t I?” He said smugly, pushing the items in your arms.

“Thank you..?” You aren’t sure if he’s being nice or being rude but he gave you exactly what you needed. Is this how he teases you now?

He also will gossip with you to try to get a little closer to you. “Keep it between us but… I took a look at Pesci’s internet history. You’ll never guess what the little sicko looked up.” He whispered in you ear as you both looked at him being berated by Prosciutto. “He’s into ________ and ________ with ________.” He snickered in your ear.

“Ugh.” You grimaced and hit Illusos shoulder. “You ruined my entire image of the boy! …you’d think he’d know how to clear his browser history.” You whispered back.

Pesci

You think he would get nervous once he realizes he likes you but surprisingly he doesn’t. Not when he seeks his big bro for guidance. He does whatever he can to show off his talents to you! Regardless of your size he’ll pick you up and carry you during missions and do tricks with Beachboy to show how he can take out 2 targets at once.

He’ll even be eager to help you out with tasks that take some extra strength. It was your turn to vacuum clean the base.(lucky you) thankfully, Pesci was around and happy to help.

“Hey Y/N! Watch this!” He excitedly picked up the couch with one arm.

“Jesus Pesci! That’s amazing! But use both hands please. I don’t want to have to explain to Risotto why there’s a huge hole in the wall in case you lose grip on it.” You slightly panicked as you quickly swept the area where the couch was.

“Don’t worry, if anything happens I’ll take the blame for it.” He reassured you. “I’m used to get getting yelled out by big bro.” He lightly joked as he put the couch down.

“Now time to get the cobwebs off the ceiling…” you barely had time to finish your sentence before you felt a big pair of arms around you pick you up and bring you close enough to the ceiling. “Pesci~” you whined. “ I don’t need help with everything~”

“I know. But I want to.” He beamed.

Prosciutto

Regardless whether he has feelings for you or not it’s a little hard to tell with the way he treats you. He goes from scolding you for doing something he deems dangerous or tells you how he thinks you should do something. He does this because he cares and wants the best for you! The only way you can tell he feels soft on you is that he’s a little bit gentler when he’s giving you a speech.

“Look Y/N… I don’t want to come off as harsh but you NEED to stop staying up so damn late. I can tell you aren’t getting enough sleep because you are getting dark circles under your eyes and you are yawning all the time. We need to make some changes.” He began.

“Aww come on… you know I hate going to bed early.” You whined.

“Hey…no whining. This is for your health. And you have such a pretty/attractive face, we don’t want it to be sullied by those dark circles. So from now on, you’re going to go by my schedule and I’m going to supervise you on missions…and…” it went through one ear and out the other as you stared into those big intense blue eyes of his.

“Oh ok…” you muttered, still hypnotized by his eyes.

“Great! Now repeat back everything I said.” He said pleased.

“Uh…um…”

“Sigh…god damn it Y/N.” His rare smile turned into a disappointed frown.

Melone

Mel is still a perv but when he realizes he genuinely loves you he actively tries to treat you respectfully. He actually looks you in the eyes when you have conversations and they don’t drift down to your chest/crotch.

“Ah, sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to look at you that way. But you are wearing a nice shirt. Is that (brand name)?” He asked bashfully.

“It’s okay Mel. You’ve been doing such a good job with the staring problem. A passing glance to look at my clothes isn’t a crime. Yeah, it is (brand name). I’m surprised you noticed.”

“I’ve been paying attention to your fashion tastes and seeing how they relate to your horoscope… and according to my findings it’s on point! To further test my theory, I want to go clothes shopping with you. Actual clothes shopping…”

Ghiaccio

When he starts developing feelings for you and wants to win you over he tries his hardest not to yell in your presence or at you if you mess a word up.

“This mission will be easy as pie!” You said confidently forgetting that Ghiaccio hated those meaningless idioms. “Oh shit-sorry Ghia ignore that please.”

“No no it’s okay. I’m not mad. But you know I never did understand that saying…” he pondered. “What does easy as pie even mean? Is it because it’s easy to eat desserts?”

This caused you to really think hard about the things you and others say on a daily basis. “Yeah… that’s actually a good question. I guess so, dessert is easy to eat because it’s tasty.”

“Hmm maybe to most people but I take resentment to that saying. I’m not a fan of sweets. So easy as pie isn’t easy for me. It would be as easy as arrabbiata for me personally.” He said.

“I don’t think easy as arrabbiata rolls off the tongue as easily as pie.” You giggled.

“Ok…Now I do have a problem with that idiom. What the hell rolls off a tongue?”

[asavt]

Last night, I had a dream.

In my dream, a biker owl-guy (I think it was a guy, thinking about it again, it could have been a lady or just an owl person) visited me and took me out of the house for a ride.

The moment I became aware that I was dreaming, I said "I'm glad to see you again". I remember being a little sad, "I don't tend to see you guys often."

The owl seemed amused for some reason, never said a thing tho, they were mute I think. I remember telling them "next time I see you, let me treat you ok?".

The dream then went back to the usual craziness dreams are, I'm sure I saw the owl again, in a uh... rather interesting setting (I am not complaining about it tho, it was nice), and then for some reason that one song from Amélie (La valse d'Amélie) was playing as two people flew around in a broom, usual dream stuff.

I think back to what I told the owl and what my mother told me this morning when I told her of the dream, of how we are always dreaming we just don't remember it, and maybe... maybe I have been visiting the creatures of my dreams more often than I thought, I just don't remember it.

It makes me a little sad, to think that I cannot remember any of my visits (or would it be their visits?). But I am happy too, because it means there's a chance I actually fulfilled a promise I made to one of them years ago.

[necrotic-nephilim]

I started in DC by reading fanfics, but as I began to read actual comics, I started to be unable to read the actual fanfic that got me into it in the first place because it's so out of character.

But there are still some stories that I love to read because I love the found family trope so much, even if it isn't really accurate to the source material.

As a comics purist (sometimes), are there tropes that you like enough that you'll still enjoy a fic even if it's not accurate to canon?

oh my god this is SUCH a fun question. bc while i started with the comics, there were certain characters and/or character dynamics where i was exposed to the fanon before the canon (just bc it's hard to read everything when you start out just to read some fanfic) and so i've definitely experienced the fanon to canon transition. (*especially* with Jason Todd. i had only read 80s/90s stuff where he was already dead or the New-52 bc that was on-going when i got into comics and man. the fanon misunderstandings i had about him before i got frustrated and sat down to read all his pre-Flashpoint stuff were absolutely bonkers.) and aside from that, whilst i tend to prefer canon over fanon, i'm not past giving fanon its flowers for occasionally having really interesting insights. occasionally. so some of my fanon "guilty pleasure" tropes would probably be

Morally Grey Tim Drake - this is one where if you try to back it up with canon, i *will* get salty about it. of everyone in the Batfam aside from maybe Bruce and Cass, Tim has the *most* black and white morals. often his internal conflicts are routed in such an inability to compromise his moral views and it can cause him to clash with other characters. he's *very* stiff and rigid in his beliefs and is *rare* to compromise in even the smallest ways. i mean, DC has repeatedly used Tim Drake of Tomorrow/Savior/Gun Batman!Tim for a reason. it's to demonstrate that of everyone, Tim *cannot* have his morals compromised. there's no grey area for him. he's zero or a hundred, so if he tips over the edge of "too far" he tips *all the way*, and doing so is one of his worst fears, how he could go "too far" if he let himself. a couple panels out of context from Red Robin (2009) (which was a grief spiral for Tim to begin with) don't change that. now that said. if it's done *right*, i sort of love Tim being morally grey in fanfic. it takes a specific flavor for me, and it's incredibly important to include that mental spiral along with it, of him struggling to justify it. i don't have any interest in "Tim Drake is loosy goosy with Bruce's morals and has the highest kill count and no one knows teehee" bc it doesn't play with the interesting parts of making Tim morally grey, which are fracturing his psyche. but all in all, i think it's fun to put Tim in a morally grey area and i will read it in fanfic and i enjoy writing it a lot

Joker Junior!Tim Drake - i've not written it on this account (yet) but on my main ao3 account one of my biggest fics surrounds this concept. this is one of those "well *technically* it's canon but only in a specific very divorced from the comics universe and would not work at all in the main timeline" so, i categorize it as fanon in that 95% of fics exploring the concept are not doing so within the Batman Beyond universe, but the main timeline. i just love it. I'll take any excuse to whump Tim, but this concept is so fun. psychologically breaking Tim will always be my favorite pastime. there are so many ways to explore the long-term effects this could have on him, how it could affect the Batfam. i'm not a fan of it being used as a "gotcha" to Jason or Babs' trauma with the Joker to paint Tim as the Ultimate Victim, but it is fun to see how their relationships would be affected by being mutual victims of him. (i have a vague JayTim idea where TIm fully retires from being Robin after being Joker Junior and killing the Joker, making Steph Robin for most of his typical Robin era and Jason still tracks him down out of curiosity bc he wants to know what happened and all. very underbaked but i've got thoughts.)

Renegade/Apprentice of Slade!Dick Grayson - this is another one where yes, this happened *sort of* in canon, but i highly doubt most people writing Renegate!Dick have read or are actually pulling from Nightwing: Renegade. it's just an exploration fo the concept fo Dick being Slade's apprentice and i will always eat it up in any capacity. whether Dick grows up with Slade from a young age, or chooses Slade for whatever reason later in life. it's not anything that works in canon bc it compromises Dick morally (similar to the above with Tim) and therefore will always come across incredibly fanon in most fics. but i can't say i don't enjoy it. it's fun to make Dick a little morally fucked up and see what you can make him under Slade's tutelage.

Jason & Damian Meeting in the League -there's no world where i believe this could work in the canon comics. (maybe in the Young Justice cartoon i suppose, but even then i think it's iffy) i would go as far to say it's wildly unrealistic. i don't see a world where Ra's would let Jason anywhere *near* Damian, bc Jason was Talia's pet project that he didn't approve of. that all said, there's something very interesting about how they *could've* met and them potentially bonding during that timeframe. them being somewhat brotherly during this time because Jason sees Bruce in Damian and sort of latches onto the kid and Damian is full of wonder hearing real stories about Batman and Robin, then that getting violently ripped away by Jason leaving the League is fun to me. it's fun how that could affect them within the Batfam and all. it's super fanon to me, but i do not care. i will eat it up

Bad Dad Clark Kent/Good Dad Lex Luthor - i will admit as a late, i've been less and less kind to this particular fanon bc of everything i've argued with people about, *this* one seems the most pervasive as misunderstood fanon. i don't mind when fanon exists, my gripe is when ppl try to claim it's canon. and the *arguments* i've had over this with people who can never seem to cite an actual comic are... frustrating. but that said, i think there is something fun to this strictly in fanon. the duality of who you expect to accept Kon and who you expect to hurt him being flipped is just sort of fun for the occasional guilty pleasure fic. it can make Kon's internal conflict a bit more interesting. the same goes for the Jon favoritism from Clark, it's not a canon thing (and i rlly wish ppl understood how complicated the timeline of Kon and Jon is and any distance from Clark toward Kon isn't malice, it's that Kon is from a timeline that Clark does not remember in the current canon so Clark just straight up doesn't know the poor kid.) but it's sort of fun to give Kon that complex of being overlooked and forgotten sometimes. making Kon just a *bit* more Luthor than Kent will *always* appeal to me in fanfic, especially if he *knows* it's wrong but craves approval from anyone who will give it.

Good Dad Bruce Wayne - i'll die on the hill Bruce is canonically a shitty father. maybe not to the extreme some people write him as, but he's not great at it. that said, i enjoy it in fanfiction. sometimes, i just want silly fluff or hurt/comfort where Bruce finally gets it right and manages to comfort whatever Batkid is in the fic. one of my favorite fics of all time is hinged on Bruce being a good dad, so i think it's just fun to explore how good the relationships *could* be, if Bruce was slightly less of an asshole. i usually prefer him as an asshole, but there are times i want low stakes nonsense.

Gotham Rogues Having Soft Spots for Robin(s) - just about every Rogue in Gotham has done something absolutely irredeemable, and most of them don't like or care about anyone in the Batfamily. but if there's a fic where one of the Robins inexplicably is sort of close with a Rogue and they have a cute silly relationship out of it? I'll eat it up i fear. Steph and the Riddler are besties? I'll believe it. Tim and Scarecrow get along pretty well? give me ten of these. Rogues protecting Robins just hits a spot. the unexpected nature of the relationship, as well as the fact they see each other regularly, can make a lot of good fodder.

[theswedishpajas]

The man truly can’t take a genuine compliment 🙄

[allbuthuman]

gotta love finding the courage to go to the gym and be seen only for a lady to stare at me up and down and ask whether i've tried to off myself right after asking for my opinion on her nail polish 👍🏻

[dysfunctionaldogdude]

I really don't like that I'm only two things in the Hannibal Fandom, either I'm depicted as a "cute widdle guy" or a sl-t [cfc] which 1 is infantizing and is straight up ableist with the autistic headcanon because it implies that you look down upon autistic people. Which makes me wonder how you would react if you learned I have a PD [Oh, wait. Y'all did and thought I was the problem because I'm not "mentally well" hm I wonder if that's been made clear before?] Then 2 is super triggering and gross for me because wtf. I don't go sleeping around I am NOT sx driven. I can look cunty without being labeled a really triggering word. I don't get the fucking problem.

I really dislike the Hannibal Fandom. It's super ableist towards PDs [When... Hannibal and I literally... okay...] and they don't follow their own little motto "eat the rude" because SO many people are RUDE ASF and think they're off scot free because "I'm an egotistical bitch! And I think narcissists are evil!! Even if Hannibal literally has NPD no he's just babygirl!! *Blink blink*"

Go fuck yourself

[rainingincale]

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[rottengurlz]

Someone go back in time and kill me before I accepted my assistant position i can’t stand dealing with rude ass people all day and fixing their problems

[clubpenguist]

friendly reminder that even if youre open about something on your blog, even if you think its so obviously right in your about/description/pinned/whatever, most of the people who will interact with you are not even looking that far at your blog. they dont know your name or your pronouns or your disabilities or your interests or your credentials or whatever you think is just *so obvious* that they *must* be intentionally ignoring it just to hurt you. ESPECIALLY not if theyre a random stranger who youve never interacted with once before, has never interacted with you once before either, and has absolutely zero reason to care about you. its not a personal attack, its just a fact. this is literally the internet

[afishylife]

thinkin about ocs (OIFIL) and ruining my own life with it u_u

[saph-yells-into-the-void]

i know n*gisagi has its fans and while for the longest time I've considered myself neutral towards it, I think I'm realizing that this is the only ship in bllk that truly gives me the ick

which is weird bc platonically, I actually fw it pretty hard. romantically though....