#cause it’d make me laugh and genuinely think I somehow managed to be a decorative even on a social media site

[harvesterhexenon]

Sladick ~ (My current hyper-fixation, cause it does tick all the boxes which makes it impossible for me not to ship it…)(my shipping history has comedic potential)

Don’t look too close at my drawings cause I will shoot out your eye to make ya match Slade (joking… unless?)

[latteunwoo]

first love || l.mh

↪  in life, many have experienced what it’s like to have a first love. this is how lee minho became your first love. 

pairing: high school student!lee know x reader (feat. stray kids)

genre: fluff; humor; angst (??????? not too much, just the ending </3)

word count: 3.2k 

A/N: This is the first part of my Lee Know series. I’m still a bit rusty since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten the motivation to write again but I hope you guys still like it and can bear with me. In this series, Lee Know, the reader, and the other members of Stray Kids are not idols. Do note that most of the content are not real/accurate because this is an AU (Alternate Universe).

stray kids m.list || main m.list 

Everyone has had their first love; that special someone that makes us experience love in an intense and special way for the very first time. For you, that was Lee Minho. 

In fact, you were both each other’s first loves. The two of you had grown up together as you two just so happened to attend the same schools and as cliché as it sounds, one of you would’ve ended up developing feelings for the other one.

Funny enough, Minho was the one who started crushing on you first. He realized it in second grade that you were the girl of his dreams. Though at that age he didn’t realize it was love, he still was smart enough to know that he wanted to do everything in his power to impress you however he can. 

It wasn’t his intention to make it look like he was purposefully doing better than you to mock you or anything though that’s how some of your classmates had falsely assumed it was. He just genuinely wanted to do good so he could impress you, though you hardly ever noticed any of his signals; or at least you made it look that way as you didn’t want to assume anything.

Unlike Minho, you were pretty good at hiding your feelings. As you two started to go through puberty and Minho had started to look more different, you started noticing him more; especially when he started getting into dance. 

Other than all the things Minho was good at, dancing was his top expertise and something you could tell he was really passionate about. This was also something that made him more popular amongst the other girls.

You realized it in middle school that you may have a crush on him as your heart started racing even faster whenever he would call your name out loud when he saw you every morning and insisted that you two walk to class together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever some of the other girls in your class would crowd around him after his dance performances. Though you managed to not make your feelings for him noticeable; at least for a while.

"Are the results out yet?” Your friend Mina asked as the whole classroom was currently filled with a lot of chatter during the first break because today was the day the results of each grade’s class presidents and vice presidents were going to be released.

“They’ll be out during lunch time,” you said as you pulled out your books for the next class.

“We all know who the president is gonna be,” Your other friend Soojin scoffed as you all looked over to where Minho was entertaining some of the girls in your grade in the hallway.

“Hey! Don’t say that, maybe this year it’ll be Y/N,” Mina said as she hit Soojin’s arm.

“What? It’s true. He always wins.”

“Well, you don’t know! Y/N has gotten really popular too.”

As the two of them started bickering with each other you softly laughed before going back to prepping for the next class. 

It was true. Minho always won because all the girls and a majority of the guys in your grade would vote for him. Not only was he the school’s ‘visual’ but he was extremely talented and smart which made his overall appearance even better in their eyes. 

You don’t despise him or anything for always being first and leaving you with second place however. You did have to admit that he wasn’t so bad and it wasn’t like he ever rubbed it directly in your face or said anything mean to you about it, so you didn’t really have a proper reason to hate him.

It wasn’t like everyone hated you either. Amongst the girls in your grade, you were first at least. You were really smart and humble; and you were Minho’s friend which gave you an advantage in everyone else’s eyes despite you not really showing your friendship with him off. 

Once lunchtime came around, everyone scurried out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang and ran to the first floor of the building to see the results. 

“Are you not coming?” Soojin asked as you shook your head and gave her the excuse that you were just going to stay in the classroom to study, “Suit yourself then. We’ll bring you some food when we come back!”

Not even ten minutes later, the two of them came rushing back into the room. They both started saying things at the same time it was hard to understand what they were trying to tell you at first since their voices overlapped with each other. 

“Calm down. What happened?” You asked as you tried to calm the two down a bit and have them speak one at a time. 

“You... You won for... for class president,” Mina said as she was still trying to catch her breath from running all the way up here from the first floor.

“What?” You asked as you grabbed each of them and looked at them directly in the eyes and searched for any sign that they were possibly joking but they looked genuinely as surprised as you were.

“Yeah, we overheard some of the students talking and apparently Minho had told Mr. Kim to give the spot to you instead.”

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to mock you or something?” Soojin asked as the two of them started talking about what could cause Minho to willingly give his spot as class president to you. 

You couldn’t really focus on what they were saying or even at all for that fact though as you were trying to figure out if Minho was doing this to help you or insult you. 

“Congrats Y/N,” your teacher as your classmates cheered you on and although you just smiled at them you couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

It was weird. Minho had given the class president spot to you but why was he suddenly acting so cold around you? Ever since the results got out, he’d only give you short responses and never really gave you any time outside of the time you spent together doing your class president and vice president tasks to talk.

“Minho,” you softly spoke as the two of you were currently working on a setting up your class’s booth for the school festival, “c-can we talk later?”

“We have to work the booth,” he simply replied as he moved past you to work on putting up the sign on your booth.

“Pft, whatever,” you snickered as you glared at his back before going back into the classroom to get the rest of the decorations. 

“You don’t think...” Mina wondered as she looked at Soojin to see if she had the same idea.

“No way,” they both gasped as they now looked at you who wasn’t really paying attention at first because you were busy making more paper flowers for the booth.

“What?” You asked, looking up at them after feeling their gazes burning into your skin.

“He likes you.”

“Huh?”

“Lee Minho likes you,” they both said as they started teasing you about the possibility of Minho acting this way because he likes you; though you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning at the thought of it.

“You’re both crazy,” you said as you threw one of the paper flowers at them before grabbing the box of them you had made back to the booth to start hanging them onto the booth, “They’re crazy. They don’t know what they’re talking about. I don’t even-”

Before you could even finished your question, you felt one of the legs on the chair you were standing on snapped. You had expected to land straight onto the concrete, however you were surprised when you opened your eyes to see Minho looking down at you as he had caught you before you landed straight on the ground, “Are you okay?” 

“H-huh?” you stuttered as you felt very flustered at how close the two of you were.

“Are you okay?” He asked again as you quickly snapped out of your thoughts.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m fine,” you said softly as you attempted to stand up on your own only to fall back down on the ground as you felt a shot of pain in your right ankle.

“Y/N!” Minho exclaimed as he crouched down to your level and pressed his hand gently on your swollen ankle, “You’re not okay. Here, hold onto my shoulder, I’ll take you to the nurse.”

Before you could even protest, he had swung your arm over his shoulder and carried you bridal style to the nurse’s office while you heard multiple ‘Oooohhhhh’s and whistling from the students who had witnessed the scene. 

As the nurse wrapped a bandage over your swollen ankle, you and Minho looked everywhere but each other. It’d be a lie if either of you said the situation didn’t feel awkward since you two weren’t really on talking terms; thanks to him of course.

“There,” the nurse grinned as she started cleaning up the wrappers from the bandages, “it’s not broken, but it has been sprained so it will take a few days to heal. For now you can ask your boyfriend to-”

Before she could even finish, you had instantly sat up from your spot and Minho had stood up from the chair he was sitting in and you two both started protesting that he wasn’t your boyfriend. The nurse simply just smirked at the two of you before leaving you to go take care of another student on the other side of the curtain.

“Here. Let me help you.” Minho said as he quickly went over to help you off the bed, not really knowing where to put his hands though somehow one of his arms ended up on your waist as you had supported yourself on him by wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you said as you reached for the crutch the nurse had given you and placed it under your right arm before releasing your arm off of his shoulder.

“Oh,” he said as he was still staring at you, his arm still around your waist, “No problem.”

“You can let go of me now, I got it,” you smiled at him as he instantly snapped out of it and let go of his grip around your waist.

“Sorry,” he muttered as you started walking back to the booth while he followed shortly after.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with you sitting on a chair at the booth finishing up the decorations there while Minho put them up for you. There was a silence between the two of you as you two worked, however this silence wasn’t awkward anymore. 

“Ah, what time is it now? I still need to change out of my uniform,” you said to yourself as you reached for your phone to check the time. 

“It’s almost five. Do you need help?” Minho asked as his eyes widened when he realized that what he had said might have been taken the wrong way, “I-I didn’t mean like- I just- I meant-”

You just laughed at his stuttering and stood up from the chair to head over to the locker rooms where you had told Mina to meet you at, “It’s fine. I know what you meant but I already told Mina to come help me. You can just take a break. I’ll be back!”

“Woah, Y/N is that you?” Chan teased as the other boys had turned their attention to you.

“Do I look that bad?” You asked as you fixed your skirt and pushed some of your hair behind your ear.

“Badass, for sure yeah,” Jisung exclaimed and you just let out a small laugh at the younger boy as he continued, “But really, you look really nice, Y/N!”

“Thank you, Han,” you smiled as the other boys had joined in on complimenting you while Minho felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

You were really pretty to begin with, Minho admitted that, however right now you just had a different glow radiating off of you and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You had noticed him staring and even looked over to try to catch him in the act, but before you could even say anything he either looked away or made himself busy by helping any of the other students who had come over to your booth.

Business at the booth started to slow down as most of the students were on the soccer field watching the performances. This gave you the perfect opportunity to count how much money you guys had made. Though you couldn’t really concentrate as you felt someone staring at you. 

You quickly turned your head toward the boy sitting next to you, surprised at how close you two actually were from each other, “D-do I have something on my face?” 

Minho didn’t even answer you, his eyes moved from your eyes to your lips as he leaned in closer before connecting your lips. Your eyes widened at the action. You could feel your heart racing out of your chest; which is something that has been happening a lot lately whenever you were around him.

As you were about to kiss him back, the boy quickly had snapped out of his trance and instantly pulled away to your dismay. It’d be an understatement if you said that you didn’t feel your heart fall to the floor when he pulled away from you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he moved back in his seat and looked away from you, his cheeks and ears burning red. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. I must be insane, he thought to himself as his heart started racing once again as he thought about what he had just done. 

It was your turn to stare now. You looked at the boy as what the girls had said earlier started playing in your mind and you started wondering about what he could be feeling. Could he actually have feelings for you or?

He felt movement next to him and turned his head to see what you were doing only for you to catch him by surprise as you grabbed the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you and press your lips on his this time. When you pulled away, you looked at the boy in front of you who was still currently in a state of shock.

“Do you like me?” You asked as his eyes widened even more.

“I-I can’t breathe,” he stuttered still trying to catch his breath as you raised an eyebrow at him, “I mean, yeah. I like you. So much that I can’t breathe.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he confessed, “That’s why I told Mr. Kim to make you class president instead because I knew how much you wanted to be class president and I had thought that if I did that you’d like me more but I overheard you talking with the girls about how you didn’t feel comfortable that I did that so that’s why I distanced myself because I didn’t want you to be more upset with me, but Y/N I really do like you. I’m really sorry and I understand if you don’t-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted, “but you could’ve just told me in the first place that you liked me.”

“I know. I’m sorry-”

“Also, I like you too,” you said as Minho felt his cheeks and ears burning even more. 

“You do?” He asked and you nodded. “Will you be my girlfriend then?”

Though part of you had expected the situation to turn this way, the way the word ‘girlfriend’ sounded coming from him caught you off guard.

“S-sure,” you stuttered as his smile grew wider and he engulfed you into a tight hug, “Now I can’t breathe.” 

He quickly loosened his grip on you before bowing his head down, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you assured as you gave him a reassuring smile.

You’d be lying if you said the first few days, maybe even weeks, of your relationship wasn’t a bit awkward. Since it was both of your first times being in a relationship, neither of you knew what exactly to do or at least was appropriate enough to do.

“Can I hold your hand?” Minho had asked nervously the next school day after the festival with one hand hovering hesitantly next to yours while the other was behind his neck.

“Yeah,” you said trying not to seem too forward as you closed the distance between both of your hands and intertwined your fingers while you lead him the rest of the way to school.

As you two got closer to campus and you started seeing more of your classmates, you became more nervous about whether you should just let go of his hand or not. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed about being in a relationship with him but you were just worried about your classmates having negative thoughts about the relationship and you didn’t want him to get hate about it or anything. 

“If you feel uncomfortable about being public with our relationship, it’s fine they don’t have to know,” Minho assured you as if he had read your mind. 

“I just don’t want anyone to think I’m just using you or anything.”

“It’s okay. I’m fine if you want to keep it lowkey for now.” He gave you a reassuring smile as he slowly let go of your hand before the two of you started walking the rest of the way together. 

This became a daily routine for a few weeks. The two of you would walk to and from school together though you would stop holding hands when you were within view of your other classmates. And you would only have small dates at either of your houses. Minho didn’t mind though because he himself was also very worried that if you two showed off your relationship a bit more that the girls who were always fangirling over him at school would hurt you and though he knew he could protect you from them he still didn’t want you to end up feeling uncomfortable about the thought of them hating you for it.

Obviously with both of your friends being very nosy, it wasn’t too long until they started to find out that the two of you were actually in a relationship already. They knew you both had feelings for each other, though they didn’t know you two had already confessed at the school festival.

Seeing your friends being supportive about the relationship boosted your confidence about being public with your relationship with Minho. You two started holding hands all the way to class and sometimes even during school when you had breaks; him sometimes stealing a quick kiss too and earning cheers from your classmates.

Eventually the two of you became more comfortable with each other and practically became inseparable. As you two were each other’s first loves, your entire relationship was spent not only learning more about each other but also what it means to truly love someone. You two were so much in love with each other that you had thought it would last forever. However of course, the reality of it was that sometimes your first love wasn’t meant to be your last.

-

part two || skz m.list

[talesfromthepayload]

Life’s A Beach

Requests are open!

McCree:

Before becoming an agent of the newly recalled Overwatch, you’d been a passionate lover of summer. It was a time for rest and relaxation, where all your worries melted like a popsicle in the middle of July. Now, however, you would spend the hottest summer days trapped under pounds of gear. You were uncomfortable and convinced you were going to die of heat. If the heat didn’t kill you off, you knew the bullets flying this way or that would.

Your appreciation for the hottest season had surely faded. It didn’t help that some of your teammates, ahem, McCree, seemed to be entirely immune to the immense heat. You could’ve just slapped (kissed) that stupid smirk off his face when you jumped around, attempting to throw your gear as far from you as you could manage.

But, that was before D.Va announced the impromptu beach party her and Lúcio had planned. She’d jumped ship shortly after, yelling behind her that she expected everybody to be there and ready within the hour. Grumbles had echoed her announcement, but her and Lúcio were already out of earshot.

You’d been quick to shower and change, picking the only swimsuit you’d had in your closet since Overwatch had reformed. You’d kept it more out of unwillingness to part with it rather than necessity. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get yourself to part with the red suit. It’d been an impulse buy, something that just caught your eye while out at the mall one day. You’d never actually had the chance to wear it, so you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited.

You’d made it to the beach just slightly passed an hour, the party in full swing. You didn’t know when the duo had time to coordinate this, but it was incredible. The beach had tons of decorations scattered about and a giant stage where Lúcio was playing his jams. Not to mention, they had an open tiki bar. You shook your head at their creativeness with such little time.

“Darlin’,” a rough tone drawled from behind you.

You sucked a breath in, not knowing how McCree would react to your swimsuit. Unconsciously, you ran a hand through your hair, cursing yourself for caring about what he thought of you so much.

“Jesse,” you greeted, unable to hold back a smile as you turned to the cowboy.

“Might I be the first to say,” he began, eyes slowly dragging down your figure. He drank in every inch of bare skin, eliciting a shiver down your spine. “You are stunnin’.”

You wanted to reply with something just as flirty and elegant, you really did. However, McCree stood before you tanned and shirtless. His sun-kissed skin looked soft and inviting, spreading like a canvas over each defined muscle. He was in a silly getup, what with his blonde hair and lifeguard act, but you’d be damned if he didn’t make that work.

“See somethin’ you like?” Jesse teased, a smirk playing on his lips. 

The bastard knew how attractive he was and he was finding entertainment in the way it riled you up. Oh, two could play at that buddy.

You hummed, dropping your voice an octave as you took a step forward.

“Very much so,” you said, placing a hand on his bare chest.

A hot feeling skittered down your spine, almost forcing you to break character.

“In fact, I was thinking...” You began, stretching up to speak directly next to his ear.

His hands hovered above your hips, eyes dark and lidded. His gaze had flicked to your chest, admiring what skin he could as you spoke, the heat of your breath tightening his stomach. He was damn near aching and you’d barely touched him.

“What were you thinkin’, darlin’?” He asked, voice husky and full of desire.

Your head tilted the slightly, and McCree knew if he were to lean just the smallest bit forward he could absolutely cherish the exposed skin.

“Maybe I need a little lifeguard assistance,” you accentuated the word, brushing your chest against his as you spoke.

His hum, which very much sounded like a moan, vibrated lowly in his throat, his hand ghosting a path up your spine.

“Or maybe,” you continued, voice as smooth as butter, your fingers toying with the hem of his swimming trunks, “I’ll race you to the water.”

An ungraceful “what?” tumbled past his lips as you shoved him to the side with all your might. The man stumbled through the sand, his daze not allowing him to find his footing. He fell to the sand in a frustrated and turned-on mess. By the time he lifted his head, the hot sun beating down heatedly on his messy hair, you were already splashing away in the cool water.

McCree sighed, a laugh bubbling in his chest. He was so going to get you back for this.

Soldier: 76:

Jack Morrison: a soldier, a vigilante, a grill master.

He sighed, the bitter taste of beer on his tongue. He’d only accepted to join in on the Overwatch summer party so that he’d possibly have time to get to talk to you. A grimace covered his lips as he looked down at his spatula. He’d taken on the duty of the team cook, meanwhile, you were down by the water.

You were wearing a short little sundress that made his pulse quicken. He wasn’t the type to like bright and cheery colors, like the pink of your dress, but he somehow liked it on you. It matched your personality, so vibrant and full of life. He knew the feelings he harbored for you were unfair. He’d destroy your lightness, just like he destroyed everything else.

Mood now dimmed, 76 looked down at the burgers he was grilling. He took an extra large gulp of his cold beer, before flipping the burgers. He’d pulled a few off early for the ones who liked it more rare. Most of them were still on the grill, waiting to be cooked to perfection. Jack wasn’t a professional cook by any means, but that didn’t stop him from volunteering for the job.

“They look good,” you commented, startling Jack out of his brooding thoughts.

He side eyed you, though he doubt you noticed with his sunglasses on.

“Let’s hope they taste that way,” he grumbled, popping a few more off the grill.

Jack was in his own little area by the picnic tables, long abandoned by the other agents of Overwatch. They were all too excited about the beach, leaving the old soldier to his own devices as he prepared their meal. 

“I bet they’re even better!” You exclaimed, smiling brightly.

Soldier: 76 missed a beat, nearly dropping his spatula. Your smile could weaken him more than any wound could.

“What are you doing over here, anyway?” Jack asked, genuinely curious.

You seemed to be having fun talking to the other agents. You’d been laughing and smiling along with them, he was baffled that you’d leave them for a second.

“You looked like you could use a little company,” you said, causing Jack’s heart to swell. Your kindness never ceased to amaze him.

“Besides, Reinhardt was starting to challenge people to a drinking contest. No thank you, I’d like to live.” You shot Jack a wink, feeling satisfied when he smirked.

It wasn’t often that you got to see this much of Jack’s face. He’d always kept himself covered with that mask of his, save the one time you’d been there in Dorado. He had gotten hurt, worse than you’d ever seen. Mercy had torn the mask from his face, yelling left and right for someone to carry him out of the battle so she could properly attend to his wounds. That deep in battle she couldn’t concentrate on him, too busy trying to protect herself from getting shot down.

McCree and Winston had been trying to get to him, but they were just too far away. Soldier: 76 was fading fast and he needed help. You’d torn your way through the battlefield like a hurricane and swooped in. It didn’t matter that 76 was much larger than you, your pumping heart granted you the power to cradle the man to your chest and run faster than you ever had. Only once you got to the ship did you realize that his mask was removed.

For a moment, his bright blue eyes looked straight into yours, a small smile on his lips. That was the second you realized that you were in love. Ever since then, you’d been growing closer to Jack. This party was nothing more than another opportunity to learn more about him.

“Well, I’m touched you’d spare this old man some of your time.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, leaning against the nearest table.

“Oh, hurry up and finish grilling so you can get over there and join the real party.”

Jack smiled. He genuinely smiled, a little laugh bubbling to his lips. You’d never heard something so sweet.

“I’m not so sure I’m the partying type anymore.” Jack admitted, taking a sip out of his beer.

He was glad you’d come over to talk to him, but he almost felt guilty because of it. He didn’t deserve your company and he certainly didn’t deserve you.

“Not even when Lúcio is the DJ?” You teased, leaning forward on the balls of your feet.

“Especially not then,” Soldier: 76 grumbled, getting the last of the burgers off the grill. The last few were a little overcooked, but he had been the slightest bit distracted so it wasn’t really his fault.

“Not a dancer, I take it?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hardly,” he admitted, setting the burgers on the table you were currently leaning against.

His hands wrapped around, freeing his apron from the knot that held it together. He crumpled it up in his hand, throwing the item somewhere beside the grill, your gaze on him during the whole interaction.

“Too bad, Jack, you owe me a dance,” you sighed, shaking your head in false sympathy.

“That so?” One corner of his lips quirked up. His arms mimicked yours, though his stance was much more serious while yours was lax and teasing.

“I did save your life, I think that merits me one dance,” you shrugged, pushing yourself off so you were a few inches in front of Jack.

“I suppose one wouldn’t kill me,” he agreed, a more genuine smile spreading across his scarred lips.

“It’s a date then,” you mumbled, your confidence wavering the slightest bit, heat blossoming on your cheeks.

“It sure is,” he whispered as you yelled to the others that dinner was all cooked.

Hanzo:

You’d been, at times, a bit unpredictable. So, Hanzo wasn’t all that surprised when you shouted about a surprise beach party, ushering people by the dozens out of the ship and onto the warm sand. Most of them were a bit put off since they didn’t have bathing suits, but they eventually warmed up to the idea.

Hanzo wasn’t particularly keen on spending the rest of his day in 100 degree weather and covered in sand. He sent you a disapproving look when you got off the bus. That look, however, melted entirely when you’d shed your outfit to reveal a drool-worthy black bathing suit.

He realized he’d been staring for too long when you noticed it, a sly smirk growing. You’d caught him perfectly.

For months now you and Hanzo had a cat and mouse game going. You liked each other. It was abundantly clear to anybody who spent a lick of time with you. The only problem was: you couldn’t get Hanzo to accept it.

He was so afraid that by agreeing that he felt something for you, his past would come back to ruin whatever you built. It was a little frustrating that he was so close yet so far away, but you understood. He’d always come so close to caving in, but he’d run before he fully committed.

The beach day was originally a plan to cool down that eventually evolved into something more. It would keep everyone else busy so you and Hanzo could actually talk without being interrupted by this or that.

“Hanzo,” you whisper yelled, jogging up to him.

A small smile blossomed on his lips.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, graciously following you as you practically dragged him away from the beach.

He knew you too well to think that you didn’t have some sort of ulterior motive for the impulse beach trip. He could only imagine what it was, though he had a feeling it had to do with the very large elephant in the room.

You were pulling a little roughly, but Hanzo had no trouble keeping up. Anxiousness spurred you forward at a quick rate, sand not even having time to settle around your bare feet before you moved to the next step. You’d been to this beach quite often, so finding your way around wasn’t really a problem.

You rehearsed the plan in your head. All you had to do was make it to the cove, confess your feelings, and then hopefully good stuff happens. You were done with the games and the guessing. You were just going to be absolutely honest with him and if he breaks your heart... well... you would just have to deal with it when the time comes.

The beach ahead was interrpted by a large amount of rocks, only a little opening barely large enough for one person allowed entrance. You’d found it when you were just little, exploring the beach in the freedom of childhood. It’d been a spot of solace and peacefulness for you. You only hoped today it could be a spot for even more memories.

You slipped ahead of Hanzo, passing through into the little cove. Jagged, dark rocks formed a semi-circle on the shore, leading into the ocean. The sun shone down on the water, the waves glistening like a thousand little diamonds. It never failed to take your breath away.

“Hanzo, listen,” you began, turning to him.

Hanzo was still in his gear, his bow strung around his back and his hair a little out of place. Sweat, dirt, and a little blood littered his skin, his soft eyes wary. Butterflies swirled in your tummy at the sight of him.

“Yes?” He inquired, voice low as if he wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

“I care about you.” You deadpanned, sucking a breath in. A wave crashed against the shore as you continued. “Not just the way a teammate should, but the way a lover should. You are so much more than a friend to me and I just thought that you deserved to know how I feel. Loving you is too hard of a secret for me to keep private anymore.”

Hanzo’s heart froze in his chest, his cheeks heating up. His mouth opened, but no words came out. His mind was screaming at him, telling him to answer you, but he just couldn’t force the words out. He’d been keeping himself from loving you fully the way he should, but he couldn’t anymore. He had to tell you.

So, Hanzo finally forced his words out.

“You are my happiness,” he said simply, as if that was enough.

For you, it certainly was. Hanzo was a man of few words, especially when he could say ones that meant so much.

Your head fell back a titch as you smiled lazily.

Hanzo admired you (as well your bathing suit) before hesitantly stepping closer.

“Might I,” he gestured, a hand resting on your jaw.

You knew from his movements he was going in for a kiss, stopping only an inch away for your confirmation.

“Yes,” you breathed out, nearly laughing at how such a strong man asked for permission for a kiss. “Always.”

[akumikuzunoha]

Only Fools Rush In || Self Para

Akumi was a fool for ever thinking the natural way of things would change just once for her. The idea that she might get the chance to live a decent life with someone who cared about her was so empowering that she didn’t stop to realize that life wasn’t made for someone like her.

It was around the time of Akumi’s yakuza days - she had a particular interest in their underground affairs and made close connections with leaders in exchange for protection and a chance to partake in some of the action they got. She was clever and quick-witted, and even nicknamed a ‘fox’ by several members. The irony.

On one special occasion, Akumi was to meet with the son of a notorious yakuza leader in order to form some sort of coalition. The exact details of what was happening always escaped the girl - she only care about her role and the exciting stuff she got to do. So, she sat in a tavern, nursing a beer and waited for her contact to arrive.

The humid summer months were usually unbearably hot, but the night hours offered a cool escape from the sun’s harsh rays. The tavern was mostly empty save a few merchants unwinding with a drink and, of course, Akumi. The girl was about to take another sip when the seat next to her suddenly became occupied. With only a side glance, Akumi was met with her appointment for the evening.

He was taller than most men, and his dark curly hair was out of place, as most Japanese had straight hair. His brown, almond eyes stayed focused on the bartender as he ordered a drink - two, actually - and his strong jawline moved quickly as he spoke. His face was perfect, save for a scar that graced the lower part of his right jawline and a freckle or two. His name was Domiyouji Tsukasa, and he would come to be the only man Akumi would ever care about.

At their first interaction, however, Akumi would not believe that she’d ever get along with the man. The drink he had ordered for her was not her usual choice, but she drank it nonetheless to appear polite. Aside from the obvious arrogance that surrounded the man, he didn’t even look her in the eyes. Before they were able to speak about business, he managed to upset Akumi by making a comment about how a pretty young woman like herself shouldn’t be involved in such dangerous affairs. At that, she stood up and left the tavern, swearing that she’d tell her boss someone else could handle that brat.

As she left the building, she heard footsteps follow her, and her name was called. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, she turned around to see the man right behind her, his hands in his pockets. He made some lame attempt to excuse himself, but somehow managed to turn the blame back on Akumi by saying she shouldn’t take things so seriously.

“You can’t even be sincere in an apology? How do you expect to take your father’s place if you have no manners or respect?” She retorted, crossing her arms and eyeing the man in front of her.

“You don’t know what it takes to be a boss,” he replied hotly and met her gaze for the first time. Akumi almost faltered under his strong glare, but kept her ground as he continued, “and you’re lecturing me about respect? Women are supposed to be humble around men, especially someone like me.”

Akumi snorted at that. She had long rebelled against the sexist norm that society placed on Japanese women, and it didn’t surprise her that an arrogant man like him didn’t appreciate her boldness. “Well, I don’t like to submit to people who haven’t earned my respect. I won’t act like one of your fans who worship the ground you walk on.”

Domiyouji huffed. “At least those girls have a clear sense of how things should be.” His cringe slowly turned into a sly smile as his eyebrows peeked up. “You’d be just like one of those girls if you got to know the real me.”

Akumi laughed for a solid minute, causing Domiyouji to get frustrated and interject. “It’s the truth!”

“I’d like to see you try to get me to even stand your presence.” Akumi remarked, her mood still lightened from the laughing fit she just had. “In fact, you’ll have your chance at the party we’re having tomorrow at my boss’s manor.” Seeing the smug look on his face, she added: “You’re whole clan was invited, don’t feel too special.”

—-

Akumi didn’t know what to expect from Domiyouji, but she certainly wasn’t expecting what he brought. While the two leaders discussed affairs and politics, Akumi was summoned by one of the help to the outdoor garden and was instructed to come alone. Apprehensive of some ambush or practical joke, Akumi made slow steps outside the ballroom and to the garden gate outside.

The night stars were her only source of light for some time as she distanced herself from the party. As she approached the gate, she saw a paper lantern on the ground beyond it, illuminating the path for her. She followed it and found more lanterns about two feet apart, all lining the pathway she was meant to take. The path led to the extravagant koi pond on the garden grounds, but it was almost unrecognizable with all the decorations.

More paper lanterns were placed to add light to the scene, but dozens of flowers also decorated the clearing. Rose petals littered the ground, except for a blanket in the middle of it all. On top of the blanket was a basket covered with a cloth, a bottle of sake, and… Domiyouji. When he saw her approach, he stood up and greeted her.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” His tone was unbearably smug, but Akumi couldn’t deny how extravagant it all was.

“I suppose…but,” the girl smirked as she found a way to poke holes in the man’s plan. “All this is because you have money, it doesn’t mean anything because it doesn’t really come from the heart. So, I give it a 5/10.”

“5/10?!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. “But look at all the work that went into it!”

“Sure, it took some work,” the girl agreed as she walked to the blanket and sat down. She picked up one of the rose petals and held it up to the man. “But you see, it’d be more special if you knew who you were trying to impress. Roses aren’t my favorite flower.”

He placed his face in his hand and grunted. “You’re impossible.”

Akumi giggled and picked up the bottle of sake. “Of course I am. Now, let’s not let this bottle go to waste, eh?”

—

Needless to say, the following weeks were filled with Akumi being unsuccessfully courted by Domiyouji. He sent just about every type of flower to her doorstep, until he finally managed to guess the right kind - lilies aren’t even obscure - and he constantly invited her out to do different activities to see what she actually enjoyed. It turned out that she loved being close to the forest and nature, so any date that took her outdoors was usually a good one.

One night, the pair were laying in a clearing in the forest, gazing at the stars above them. It was a clear summer night, making the stars all the more beautiful.

“This is probably the best one so far,” Akumi said after the two began naming stars after people they knew with hilarious backstories. She let out a content sigh as she regained herself after the huge fit of laughter she had. “See? Money isn’t everything, Domi.”

“Of course, you’re right again, what a surprise.” The man couldn’t help but smile - a genuine one, too, not the smirks he usually offered - as he watched Akumi’s eyes gaze up at the stars, as if she was looking for something. He wondered why she studied the sky so intently, and for the first time wished to know much more about the girl next to him. After a moment, Akumi turned to meet his gaze, and furrowed her eyebrows.

“I have a question,” she stated, her voice lowered to just above a whisper. Domiyouji nodded for her to continue. She placed a finger on his jawline, and suddenly the man felt his stomach stir at the touch. “How did you get this scar?”

The question took him aback. He wasn’t expecting her to ask about that, and he was also accidentally staring at the girl’s beautiful face. He stumbled slightly over his words before offering a cohesive explanation.

“Well, when I was younger, my father kept the yakuza business hidden from me because he didn’t want me to be in danger.” He took a breath before continuing. “I was playing outside one day when a man was leaving our house, obviously upset. I went up to him - only knowing that it was a work friend - and asked what the fuss was about. He became even more infuriated and smacked me across the face, and the ring he was wearing was sharp enough to draw blood and leave a reminder. I never got to find out what my father did to him to get him so angry, but after he saw what the man had done, I never saw him again.”

Akumi dropped her finger from his face by the end of his story. She hasn’t expected the scar to be from his childhood, and for some reason knowing that made her feel sad for the man. Growing up around so much violence wasn’t good for any child. Domiyouji felt the absence of Akumi’s touch, and something inside him wanted more. He slowly reached for her hand, and laced it with his. The warmth from her fingers created the same stirring sensation in his stomach, and strengthened his desire to be even closer to the girl.

“Akumi…” his voice trailed off into a whisper. She knew what he was thinking, and slowly she closed the gap between their lips. They met in a kiss, and gradually their other arms and legs became entangled together. Throughout the night and the walk home, they kept their fingers laced with each other, each one not daring to let go and lose the bond they formed that night.

–

Two years went by too quickly for the couple. The alliance between the two gangs was always robust, which meant the two were able to live their relationship to the fullest. Domiyouji didn’t stop showering her with gifts, despite her requests for him not to, because 'the girlfriend of the great Domiyouji should always be pampered’. She often teased the 'great Domiyouji’ for being weak enough to get on his knees for her, to which he would grow red and drop the subject. It was puppy love, and Akumi was so intrigued by all the emotions she felt that she couldn’t even think about ending it like she usually would. Maybe this is what her mother saw in that man all those years ago.

Domiyouji had planned on marrying Akumi. After a big sale would take place, he’d have the funds to afford the most expensive ring in Japan for her, and then the two could have their happily ever after together. It was a dream, and that’s all it would ever stay as - a dream.

The sale was a huge shipment of guns to a gang in northern Japan. They were to meet Domiyouji at a halfway point to make the exchange. Since the couple rarely left each other’s side, Akumi came along on the trip, but chose to opt out on watching the deal to enjoy the local eateries. Maybe if she had chosen to accompany Domiyouji, things would’ve played out differently.

The gang never had the intentions of paying for the guns. In fact, they came armed with their own weapons and stole every case from Domiyouji and his men. But they couldn’t just leave it at that. Every one of Domiyouji’s men were pumped with a hefty amount of bullets, to ensure they wouldn’t try to sabotage the gang as they went back home. To cover their tracks, they set the warehouse the meeting took place in ablaze and destroyed any evidence of their rendezvous.

Akumi saw the flames from miles away. She ran opposite of the crowd running away from the fire and would’ve ran into the building had the firefighters stopped her. Her knees gave out from under her as she watched the building collapse under its weight, crushing everything inside of it. She couldn’t help the sobs that escaped her throat, and she desperately wished that Domi would put his hand on her shoulder and tell her he had made it out just in time.

But that never happened. She was a fool for believing in happy endings.

Akumi went back home, packed her belongings, and set out to find a new life for herself. She wandered through the forests of Japan for decades after, deciding that she should keep away from human interaction for a long time. And she vowed that she wouldn’t get attached ever again.

Yet, perhaps Akumi was an even bigger fool than she had thought. Since she had not seen the body of her lover, she didn’t know that Domiyouji was in fact not one of the men who burned to a crisp in the fire. His exact whereabouts are only known to the greater powers of the universe, but Domiyouji had know idea that his brash demeanor would not go well with the only vampire gang in Japan. Or, maybe it fit perfectly - and that’s why he was spared a painful death and given the grief and suffering of an eternal life without his love.

[normal-ghost]

Bastet Loki and Osiris!

God/Goddess Ask

Excellent! Sorry for not replying I kinda went nuts XD

Bastet: Do you have any cats?

Sadly, no I don’t have enough room in my current living situation for any cuddly pets, really, which is a tragedy. My one big goal in life though is to have enough time, money and space for a big puppy. Just one whole dumbass. I love cats too, don’t get me wrong, but I’m a little too needy to have a pet that i can’t go the store with.

WOAH page break cause the best prank answer is pretty long oops

Loki: What is the best trick you’ve ever pulled on someone?

Ok, this might sound totally fake, or like I’m exaggerating or making up details, but I swear to all that is good in the world that all of this is true and unembellished:

So–this is my first year in college, I’ve made a few friends, but we were still all getting to know each other. In a box of my stuff, I find a 5″ tall rag doll that I had made out of old fabric. Didn’t have any eyes, decorations, or anything, so it looked a little creepy depending on what sort of thing you find spooky. I show it to my friends, we laugh it off, we go on with our week.

Later one morning, I stub my toe, there’s blood everywhere, I figure “fuck it, I’ll  make this weird”, so I use it to write an ominious message on the wall (what else are you supposed to do with fresh blood?). I can’t remember exactly what it said, but I write it small, with my non-dominant hand, near the floor. I think i also colored the tip of the doll’s hand with red sharpie just for that extra little storytelling detail. Then, I message my friend at the time, let’s call him Kyle, and just have a normal conversation for about an hour. 

At one point Kyle mentions how strange my current roommate was, so I take that chance to go “yeah, you’re telling me, apparently they wrote this weird mess with fake blood on the wall?” He’s like, “what the fuck?”, and later when he comes over, he’s like “I don’t think that blood is fake dude, so I give him shit about being so gullible as we start to wash it off. My roommate gets back and very genuinely says that they didn’t write it, and has no clue where it came from. We laugh it off, but Kyle can’t get it out of his mind. I make sure to leave the doll in his bag before he goes. 

I tell my roommate the real deal, and we work on hiding the doll in people’s bags and coat pockets whenever we get the chance in what I think is a silly game. I don’t think anyone actually thinks the doll is haunted, but it’s fun to get spooked. I’m also super proud of myself cause I’m usually a terrible liar, but I figured out that if I keep answering the questions about the doll sarcastically, I don’t have to actually know what I’m doing, which is great because I never know what I’m doing.

Meanwhile, Kyle really wants to figure out who’s behind the original prank. He’s convinced it’s not me, because I’m way better at lying through text rather in person, and I really sold that initial lie, and is pretty sure it’s not my roommate (cause my roommate was into stuff like this, but always admitted it). This is about the time that the hot thing was detective shows, so he’s using a picture of the message and comparing it to handwriting tests, he somehow figured out that it had to be written with a left hand (I just did that so that the writing didn’t look like mine but that was definitely a bonus), was making all this shit up about blood chemistry and how it looks when it dries, so it had have to have been written at like 2am (it wasn’t), the full nine yards. We get a few more people in on focusing hiding the doll in his stuff, and he keeps getting more and more wound up about it. 

So, I have to be honest, I don’t know how much of this next part is true. After this prank, as time went on Kyle ended up lying to my face, and all of the rest of our friends, pretty consistently, so I’d like to think that I’m pretty good at spotting when he’s lying. I also could be mis-remembering just how intense he got, so take this with a grain of salt. 

ANYWAYS, eventually Kyle genuinely convinces himself that he was the one that wrote the message. He’s left handed, he draws his e’s in the way that the message had them, he’s the one of the only people that knows how to get into our apartment at night, he doesn’t know where he was that night (it’s because you were ASLEEP you fucking dingle), and “the doll keeps focusing on him” We all figure that he’s just hamming it up and being silly, but as more time goes by, it really seems like he’s serious. He’s losing sleep, he asks where the doll is constantly, and whenever he unexpectedly finds it he gets genuinely distressed. 

This went on for about two or three weeks, and it finally got to the point where he frantically approached me as soon as I got out of the bathroom at school, legitimately in tears, asking me again if I was the one that did it and to please tell him the truth. At that point it certainly wasn’t worth it anymore and I spilt everything. He then continued his paranoia as an act, able to hide the doll in places where people couldn’t have placed it to make everyone else question their sanity a bit. After a few days of that, we managed to actually lose the doll, and life went on. I did end up finding it again, and we started hiding it in each other’s stuff, but at that point no one believed (or pretended to believe) that it was supernatural. 

Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?

That’s a good question. When it comes to what happens after death my opinion is usually “how the fuck am i supposed to know, so what does it matter what I think?”, if that makes any sense. It’s not in a “I am dumb so who cares” way, but a “I’m not gonna get anywhere by guessing, so I shouldn’t worry about it” way. Even when it comes to guessing, I’m more on the no side than on the yes side with there being a dedicated bad afterlife underworld. It’d be kinda cool for lore and stuff, but like, eh proooooobably not. But who knows.