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Across the Amanogawa
A Short McHanzo/Gency Ficlet for Tanabata!!
...I miss festivals. Do you guys miss festivals?
(Yes I know it’s very overdue for 7/7 but Tanabata can be celebrated as late as August so ssshhhh )
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It was a muggy evening, made muggier by the steam drifting up from all the matsuri stands. The murmur of the crowd thrummed against the distant screech of cicadas. All the colors of the festival, the streamers, the senbazuru, and the kusudama all seemed to fold together into a rainbow kaleidoscope arcing over the crowd under the yellow-white glow of the strings of lanterns overhead. McCree and Hanzo stood near the festival’s main gate, and Hanzo rolled his fingers on his arm as he scanned the crowd again. McCree stood next to him, also scanning the crowd, but also frequently feeling at his hair.
“You sure I don’t look like a tourist?” said McCree, glancing down at his clothes. The red and white ichimatsu patterning on his yukata reminded Hanzo a bit of old-fashioned picnic blankets or the gingham tablecloths of Italian restaurants, but it suited McCree well. Hanzo’s own yukata was a blue and yellow yabane pattern, and despite being more covered than usual, he felt... smaller. More vulnerable. McCree kept complaining that he felt naked without the hat but Hanzo felt naked without a quiver on his back.
“You’re over six feet tall in Japan. You’re going to look like a tourist no matter what,” said Hanzo, clearly tense. He felt McCree look over at him and caught himself, “But... there are plenty of tourists and the point is blending in,” said Hanzo, still scanning the crowd. The presence of other tourists and Omnics meant that at least they had a better chance at getting through the night without anyone recognizing them, but it had still taken Hanzo a good 45 minutes to convince McCree to leave the hat behind.
“I thought the point was having fun?” said McCree.
“It is--” said Hanzo, breaking his eyes away from the crowd, “It... it is.”
“If you want to bail, I’m sure Genji and Merce would be totally fine with--”
“No,” said Hanzo, “I... it’s been a long time since I let myself do anything like this.”
“Look, even if you had any folks here, I’m pretty sure they aren’t interested in a fight--not today, anyway,” said McCree.
“Mm,” Hanzo tried to let this reassurance sink in past all his mental defenses. Key word, tried.
“Jesse!” a clear voice cut through the murmur of the crowd and Hanzo watched as a blonde flamelike ponytail bobbed through the crowd. McCree stuck a hand up in a wave and Hanzo instantly went on high alert for anyone who might have been keeping an eye on them. After apparently weaving through the crowd as quickly albeit convolutedly as possible, Genji and Mercy stepped in front of them, their fingers interlaced together. Genji was donning a green headband and black cloth face mask, a few of his scars peeking out from underneath both, but they had clearly coordinated their yukatas, with Genji wearing a green yukata with a yellow obi, and Mercy wearing a yellow yukata with a green obi.
“You made it!” said Genji.
“We made it here before you,” said Hanzo, flatly.
“Yes--well...” Genji rubbed the back of his head.
“We got a little sidetracked,” said Mercy.
“Code for, ‘The watchpoint called and someone’s bleedin’ out so you had to coach Brigitte through it over vid-chat?’” guessed McCree.
“Nothing that dire!” said Mercy, “...at least she didn’t make it sound that dire...” she trailed off with concern.
“Angela,” Genji bumped his shoulder against hers playfully and she seemed to snap out of it.
“Oh! I’m sure it’s fine,” she said with a wave.
Fine, the word set Hanzo on edge. “Did you two make sure you weren’t followed?” he said on reflex.
“We weren’t followed,” said Genji, perfectly patiently.
“Are you sure?” the words came out of Hanzo as a flinch.
“We’re sure,” said Genji.
“We’ve been on plenty of missions together, Hanzo,” said Mercy, “You know we’d call it off or call it in if something felt wrong.”
“Right,” said Hanzo, “Right.” Now he felt awkward for unconsciously trying to drag the mood down to his level.
“So relax!” said Genji, “If you keep worrying, I’m going to beat you for all the prizes! I promised Angela I’d win her one of those giant Pachimaris at the ring toss booth.”
“..and I told him I had no idea where we would fit something like that in our apartment,” said Mercy with a wry smile.
“It’s about the principle,” said Genji.
“And the fried food,” said McCree looking over at one of the food stalls.
“Oh! Takoyaki! We have to make sure to grab some before the fireworks show!” said Genji.
“And get our wishes in, too,” said Mercy.
“But first, prizes,” said Genji, hooking his arm in Mercy’s and walking through the festival gates.
“Sounds like a full docket to me,” said McCree, walking after them with Hanzo in tow. Mercy and Genji walked a few feet ahead of them. They were leaning against each other as they moved through the crowd. Hanzo glanced down at McCree’s hand trailing lazily at his side. Hanzo wondered if he should take McCree’s hand. He wanted to take McCree’s hand, but at the same time was having a bit of a mental block with the ‘public’ part of public displays of affection. Genji made it look natural, having always been a bit of a playboy, but now it felt... deeper. More tentative, more about actual affection than flouting the clan’s conservative practices. Hanzo gave another glance down at McCree’s hand. If he took it, would he be taking it because he wanted to prove to himself he could? Sure he wanted to, but he and McCree already knew how he felt, so who was there to prove it to? Genji? With his back turned?
“Look at ‘em, all matchy... why didn’t we coordinate?” said McCree, snapping Hanzo out of his train of thought.
Hanzo shot McCree an incredulous look and McCree snorted.
“I’m kidding,” he said, smiling and he took Hanzo’s hand. Hanzo’s arm tensed at the shoulder.
“You okay?” said McCree, immediately picking up on that tension.
I’m fine, thought Hanzo, In fact, I am so fine I was going to take your hand first. Because I can do that. Because I’m capable of that. Because I can show affection to someone without worrying the world is suddenly going to explode around me and rip it all away. But you took my hand first so it’s your fault that I tensed up and--what is wrong with me.
“Yes,” said Hanzo, blankly.
McCree huffed a little.
“I can have fun,” said Hanzo, “I am having fun.”
“That’s it, partner, just like Zen says, speak that shit into existence!” said McCree with a teasing grin on his face.
Hanzo half-scoffed half-chuckled. “You’ve made your point.”
“Look, you take it as slow as you need, all right?” said McCree, “And if you ain’t feelin’ it, you ain’t feelin’ it--we can go anytime you need. I mean, yeah the wishing thing is cute, but it ain’t like we don’t have fried food and overpriced rigged games over in the states.” He gestured with his chin over at Genji and Mercy, both apparently lost in their own conversation. “Those two can take care of themselves.”
“The games aren’t rigged,” said Hanzo with a sharp smirk, “Most of them are absurdly easy and aimed at children. Do Americans enjoy swindling children?”
“Oh it’s right up there with apple pie,” said McCree, “You ever hear of a snipe hunt?”
“’Snipe’ hunt?” said Hanzo.
“Not ‘snipe’ like sniper, it’s a bird--except not really, because there ain’t a bird, you’re just sending a kid off to look for it.”
“...for a nonexistent bird,” said Hanzo.
“For me though, it was a jackalope,” said McCree, “You ever see one of those taxidermy rabbits with the antlers? When I was a kid, Billie told me they only came out on Saturday mornings, so I’d spend every Saturday trompin’ around, lookin’ for ‘em. Didn’t realize until later that this premium Jackalope-spotting time conveniently coincided with when she’d be hung over.”
Hanzo chuckled. “I actually did that to Genji several times when we were boys, except it was Tsuchinoko.”
“What’s Tsuchinoko?”
“A fat snake,” said Hanzo.
“A fat snake? No wings or horns or anything? Just a fat snake?”
“Just a fat snake. Whenever Genji was annoying me, I would say, ‘Oh Genji, I saw the Tsuchinoko in the west garden’ or wherever was conveniently far away from me, and he would sprint for it.”
McCree snorted, then suddenly paused and glanced up from Hanzo, “...shit. Did you see where they went?”
“Look for the ponytail,” said Hanzo.
“The pony--Oh,” McCree spotted a blond ponytail over the heads of the crowd at one of the stalls, “Good rule of thumb....Is that the ring toss?”
“...knowing Genji, they could be there a while,” said Hanzo.
“I could win you something,” said McCree with a grin.
“You won me that ridiculous plush back in Blizzard World,” said Hanzo with a slight eye roll.
“You love that plush,” said McCree, “Or you could win me something.”
“Do you want an oversized plush?”
“Eh, nah,” said McCree with a shrug.
Hanzo glanced back at Genji and Mercy, laughing and chatting at the booth. “Dare we disrupt the sanctity of the double date?” he asked with self-effacing faux gravitas.
McCree snickered. “Well, we got the comms. We can say we lost ‘em in the crowd, call ‘em up when it’s time to grab some grub. They got sake here?” said McCree, looking around.
“I thought you liked more bite to your liquor?” said Hanzo, arching an eyebrow.
“Well, when in Rome, right?” said McCree.
-----
Mercy leaned against the side of the booth and lazily flicked at her consolation prize pinwheel as Genji squinted with concentration at the rows of bottles in the ring toss booth.
“My aim is unerring,” she said, trying to imitate the dramatic depth of Genji’s voice.
“I’ve got it, I swear,” said Genji, tossing a ring and having it bounce off the back corner bottle.
“Mm-hmm.”
“The problem is muscle memory.”
“I’m sure.”
“If these were shuriken I would have gotten you the prize on the first try.”
“Of course.”
“...you’re enjoying this.”
“A little bit,” Mercy grinned before scanning the crowd. “Hanzo and McCree have definitely ditched us, though.”
“Because Hanzo knows I’ll beat him,” said Genji, sending another ring bouncing off the back row of bottles.
“Of course, dear,” said Mercy with a smirking head tilt.
Genji turned his head to shoot her a ‘You’re killing me’ look but almost instantly melted at the smug look on her face. She looked relaxed--the most relaxed he had seen her in a while. With all the work they had to do with Overwatch, getting out like this was rare, and it had been even longer since they really had time alone together since Hanzo had come to the Watchpoint. Despite her dislike of Hanzo and her wariness of the whole situation, she had saintlike patience with how much time he was pouring into trying to help his brother. Hanzo’s relationship with McCree had lightened the load considerably, but still, even tonight was, in some ways, yet another exercise in trying to get Hanzo used to being around people again.
“Genji?” she tilted her head and Genji blinked a few times, snapping back to the moment.
“Sorry--” Genji caught himself and rubbed the back of his neck, “I just... I’m really glad you’re out here with me tonight.”
“Well... that’s what summer’s for, right?” said Mercy, smiling, “Fireworks, fried food, clearly rigged games...”
“If I say it’s rigged that’s admitting defeat,” said Genji, folding his arms, “But--I mean... thank you. For sticking with me through... all this messiness these past few months.”
“Messiness?” said Mercy.
“I know Hanzo coming back was hard on you, but I’m really glad you trusted my judgment with him. And I’m really glad he’s on the team now.”
Mercy’s expression softened. “It... it was hard at first. I can’t tell you how scared I was that he might hurt you again but...” she looked down, “I thought about it, and... even though I know your situation is a lot more complicated, if I ever got a chance to save my family...” she trailed off.
“Angela...” Genji started but was cut off by a swell of noise from the festival crowd.
“What’s going on?” said Mercy craning her neck slightly when suddenly a massive glittering hologram of an orange goldfish swooped over the crowd, “Woah!”
“I heard the omnics in this region put on an interesting procession,” said Genji, pulling away from the booth slightly as three more giant hologram goldfish, white, yellow, and spotted, joined it, bobbing over the main avenue of the festival. Mercy’s eyes caught the light of the projectors in a puff of steam off one of the tents, and saw several Omnics in headbands and happi coats with spotlight-like faces placed at strategic points around the festival. The crowd oohed as the goldfish suddenly swam upward and then arced downward, suddenly disappearing in a splash of blue pixels meant to signify water, but the gold of their scales lingered among the blue and the pixels spiraled upward into holograms of stars, laying out over the festival crowd.
“The Amanogawa,” said Genji.
“Celestial river, right?” said Mercy, watching smaller versions of the hologram goldfish from earlier weave through the hologram stars, “Like the milky way.”
“The same,” said Genji.
“So the story goes... there’s two lovers on either side of the river, right?” said Mercy. As she spoke, a new hologram projection emerged further down the river of stars, a woman, clothed in brightly colored and complexly patterned cloth, she was cartoony and a little doll- or puppet-like in movements, but her hair trailed behind her almost as river-like as the stars. Another projection on the opposite side appeared, a man in plainer clothes, but still those somewhat puppet-like movements. It somehow lent a more organic feel to the whole show.
“Orihime and Hikoboshi,” said Genji, “The story goes, they were deeply in love,” as he spoke brightly colored streams of light flowed off of the Orihime hologram, and Mercy realized they were supposed to represent cloth flying off in different directions, “But that love distracted Orihime from her prized weaving, and it made Hikoboshi let his cows loose all over the heavens,” Mercy glanced down to see several children laughing as they chased after a cow hologram, the bell around its neck clanking as it trotted ahead of them, “So they were separated, and they could only meet on the seventh day of the seventh month, but when they got there, there was no bridge.”
“So there was a bird bridge!” said Mercy as black and white bird holograms swept over the starry river in an arc, allowing the two figures to race across them and meet in the middle. “Swallows?”
“Magpies,” said Genji. Even with the mask on she could see his smile pushing at the corners of his eyes, “They say if the festival gets rained out, it’s the tears of the lovers.”
Mercy snorted. “Good to know even Celestial beings can have a rough time with long distance relationships,” she said, smiling.
“Yeah...” said Genji. Mindlessly he slipped his hand into Mercy’s and gave a small squeeze.
“Did you--” Mercy started.
“You know--” Genji started at the same time and they both caught themselves and chuckled a little.
“...you go first,” said Genji.
“I was going to ask, when we were writing letters to each other,” Mercy pushed her hair back, “Did it remind you of them?” she nodded her head back at the two holograms of Orihime and Hikoboshi embracing.
Genji snorted, “And I was about to say, ‘You know when we were writing letters, I thought of them as our magpie bridge,’” his face was a million times easier to read with a cloth face mask rather than the usual plating, so Mercy definitely picked up a smirk, “But then again it’s easy to think of you as a celestial goddess.”
Mercy scoffed, rolled her eyes, and bumped her shoulder into his, but also took that as an opportunity to lean against him as the whole hologram display dissolved into stars dissolving into pixels as the crowd clapped. “Flatterer,” she muttered.
“You love it,” said Genji.
“I do not.”
“Yes you do.”
“Okay fine I do.”
Genji snickered.
“...do we still have time to write our wishes?” said Mercy, watching as the Happi-clad hologram-projecting Omnics found each other in the crowd and high-fived.
“Oh! We should get on that!” said Genji.
“Uh...” the booth owner piped up, “You still have three rings.”
Genji glanced down at the rings on the counter of the booth, held them out in offering to Mercy, who shook her head with a smile and a hand wave. Genji shrugged and tossed all three at once in his ‘fan of blades’ motion...and caught three bottles.
“...I planned that,” said Genji.
“You did not,” said Mercy as the booth owner handed Genji a Yachemon plush.
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The festival lights had dimmed to spheres of gold and red and pink and green in the corners of Hanzo’s vision as he knocked back another saucer of sake.
“And--” he bunched up his shoulders, “I think... I think what... what I hate the most--”
“Mm-hmm,” McCree was resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on the bar, nodding along with him.
“What I hate the most is... apologizing for things... that I keep doing, you know?” said Hanzo.
“Mm-hmm,” McCree knocked back his own saucer of sake.
“Because... when you apologize for something, I’m pretty sure all parties agree that... that the thing is not going to happen again, correct?”
“Weeellllllll....” McCree glanced off and trailed off as his voice pitched to a near country singer whine with that single word, “I mean... yeah. That’s what you wanna happen.”
“So I’m... I say, ‘This will not happen again’ and it happens again, you know?” said Hanzo.
“Healin’ ain’t always linear,” said McCree, shooting him a finger gun.
“And people keep saying that!” said Hanzo, “I want to stop doing the thing, I don’t like doing the thing, that’s why I apologized for it, but then it happens again and I have to apologize for it, again.”
“I think what’s hard on you also is... becomin’ more conscious of this shit, right?” said McCree, “Like you’re lookin’ at yourself more, and you’re looking at your first reactions to shit, and you’re like, ‘What the hell, that ain’t normal.’”
“YES!” Hanzo flinched at how loudly he said it before clearing his throat, “I mean... yes.”
McCree snickered. “I love you,” he said, his face creasing with his smile and with the pressure of his palm on his face.
“I am drunkenly ranting about how I continue to be a problem and how even I can barely stand myself at this point,” said Hanzo, flatly.
“Uh-huh,” said McCree, “And I love you.”
“Ugh,” Hanzo glanced off.
“...you know what I think, about good people?” said McCree.
“What do you think about good people?” said Hanzo, settling in his seat.
“I think... a big part of what makes a good person... is knowing when you’re at your worst,” said McCree.
“Well, lucky for you I am always at my worst,” said Hanzo, attempting to play off his drunkenness as a cavalier attitude, but McCree clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“I mean...knowing when the pain is leaking outta you and bleedin’ into other people, people you love. You’ve been shoulderin’ your own pain for so long, Hanzo, you can tell instantly when someone else is trying to pick up that load, and that scares you, because you think ‘They don’t deserve it,’ or ‘They shouldn’t have to do that,’ but you face that shit! Because you’re the bravest guy I know! So I guess what I’m sayin’ is... I’m glad t’be here for you like this. And... and I’m glad you don’t have to carry it alone.”
“Jesse...” Hanzo trailed off but both McCree and Hanzo flinched as hologram goldfish suddenly illuminated the crowd behind them.
“...The hell is that?” said McCree as they both turned around.
“The epic love story of Orihime and Hikoboshi,” said Hanzo with a dismissive hand wave, “Which probably means it’s getting dark enough for the fireworks. Didn’t you say you wanted some fried food?”
“Fuck yeah I did!” said McCree.
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The delicate green leaves of the bamboo were almost completely drowned out by the raucous rainbow of tanzaku colors, rendered practically glowing themselves by the fairy lights hung on the wooden frames supporting the bamboo.
“It’s been years since I’ve done this,” Genji chuckled under his breath as he wrote on his tanzaku.
“Well you’re bound to have plenty of wishes then,” said Mercy.
“More like plenty of people I want to thank,” said Genji, “You, Zenyatta, McCree, Hanzo... There’s probably a lot to wish for, but I’m also really grateful for where I am, now.”
Mercy leaned over and kissed him on his ear and he glanced up from the slip of paper to her and grinned. She glanced down at his tanzaku and snickered a little. It was a simple ‘Thank you’ tanzaku but with hearts and stars and little rabbit faces doodled in the margins.
“Cute,” said Mercy, bumping her shoulder against his.
“Everyone else made theirs cute! I don’t want to have a plain one!” said Genji, “What did you write?” he glanced over at hers which was practically illegible, “Doctor handwriting strikes again...” he murmured.
“It’s because I don’t have a flat surface to write on!” said Mercy,
“Mm-hmm,” said Genji, squinting to read at the cursive, “I wish for... ‘Mon...dag...ott?’
“’More days off like this,’” said Mercy, “...though granted, that feels like a really lazy wish considering so many of these wishes are to get a promotion or do well in school...”
Genji leaned his head on hers. “It’s a wish you deserve,” he said.
“Hey! Ponytail!” a voice called out from the crowd and Mercy glanced up.
“Ponytail?” said Mercy as McCree pushed through the crowd, a tray of takoyaki in hand. Hanzo pushed through the crowd after him, also holding a takoyaki tray. There was considerably more ease about them now than earlier, a clear flush and stupid grin on both their faces.
“There you guys are! Man, didn’t even have to call you!” said McCree, he proudly held up a small cardboard tray of takoyaki, “We come bearing gifts.”
“Oh Jesse,” said Mercy, “You shouldn’t have!”
“Well the lines are gettin’ long what with the fireworks startin’ soon,” said McCree, “So we figured we’d grab a tray for you guys, too.”
“We had best get going if we want to get a good seat--” Hanzo started when suddenly a small child darted underfoot and McCree narrowly stepped out of the way to keep the child from running full on into his legs.
“Hoo,” said McCree, “That was a close one--”
Another child, presumably chasing the first child, shoved past the back of McCree’s legs and McCree stumbled and the tray of takoyaki slipped from his hands and landed with a tragic ‘splat’ on the pavement.
“Takoyaki noooooo...” McCree’s voice pitched up in a whimper as one of the festival cleanup crew members hastily moved in and scooped the ruined takoyaki into a trash bag. Jesse McCree had known much heartbreak in his years, but could anything compare to looking forward to hot fried food all night only to have fate cruelly tear it away from him?
“We still have time to get another tray before the fireworks start,” Hanzo said on reflex, “Angela--You and McCree go and secure us a spot, on the green, Genji and I will get the food.”
“I could go,” said McCree with a shrug, “I mean I dropped it...”
“Ponytail,” said Hanzo pointing at Mercy, “6 feet tall in Japan,” he said pointing at McCree.
“Ah, gotcha,” said McCree.
“We’ll call each other if we can’t find you,” said Genji, “Come on.” He motioned to Hanzo.
-----
The large stretch of lawn designated as a firework viewing area was already crowded by the time Mercy and McCree arrived, but they managed to stake out a small spot at the base of a small hill.
“So, you and Hanzo...” Mercy smirked at McCree as McCree poked at their one remaining tray of takoyaki, “How’s the first month of domestic bliss coming along?”
“He folds his socks. Who folds socks? But he says it doesn’t make the elastic wear out as fast and now he’s got me doin’ it. He’s ridiculous,” said McCree, leaning back with that stupid lovestuck grin on his face.
Mercy snorted.
“Though really, I’m glad you warmed up to him,” said McCree.
“Well... to be honest, at this point I’m kind of relieved you’re together,” said Mercy.
“Mm? How d’ya mean?”
“Well, I suppose a part of me was always worried you would suddenly ‘up and hit that dusty trail,’” Mercy made an odd jerking movement with her elbows that was apparently supposed to indicate ‘cowboy’ but just made McCree snicker, “But... with Hanzo you seem more... settled.”
McCree huffed a chuckle, “Weird how that works out--He was on the run just as much as me, huh? Now we’re downright domesticated.”
“McCree, you are probably the least ‘domesticated’ person I know,” said Mercy with a wry grin.
“Praise be,” said McCree with a grin. He snickered, “What about the domestic bliss on your end, then?”
“Well it’s about the same,” said Mercy with a shrug, “It’s nice to have something stable to come home to in the midst of all of Overwatch’s work. Even if we are on the Watchpoint it.... it makes me feel like there’s a life outside the fight, you know? Nights like tonight, too...” she trailed off, looking up at what few stars were able to outshine the light pollution of the festival.
“Has he popped the question yet?”
Mercy visibly startled. “Jesse!” she said, blushing.
“I’m just sayin’, it took ten dang years for you two to properly hook up, and if it takes another ten dang years for him to put a ring on it, I’m egging your apartment,” said McCree.
“You are not,” said Mercy.
“Yeah no, probably not, you scare the shit out of me--but point stands!” said McCree.
“I don’t know--I mean, I like the idea of it--and I do think about it...a lot, but...” she sighed, “I guess I’m just scared Talon will somehow swoop in and ruin it like it ruins everything else.”
“...Talon ain’t ruinin’ tonight,” McCree offered.
“No... I suppose it isn’t,” said Mercy, smiling.
-----
“You know what I like about takoyaki?” said Genji, paying the cashier at the Takoyaki tent.
“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me no matter what my answer is,” said Hanzo. They both watched as the cook rapidly and skillfully pivoted and flipped the sizzling batter in the little divots of the pan. Poking pale butter-yellow speckled with purple octopus to gold to golden brown.
“What I like about takoyaki is that no matter how runny the batter looks, it always manages to find its way into being a perfect, round little ball. It takes patience and it takes focus, but at the end it’s like the food’s telling you ‘Everything’s going to be okay,’ you know?”
Hanzo gave Genji an odd look. “...perhaps you should leave the philosophizing to Zenyatta,” he said as the vendor handed Genji a new tray of takoyaki, just as beautiful and golden and smothered in sauce and katsuoboshi as the last one.
“Ha! Probably,” said Genji as they headed back, “Hey Hanzo?”
“Yes?”
Genji paused for a few seconds, “I’m really glad you came out here like this. I know it’s hard to let yourself relax but... last time we went to a Matsuri together was when we were kids. A couple years ago I never would have thought we would be here together again like this. It means a lot to me that you’re here now.”
“I’m... glad to be out here too,” said Hanzo.
A pause passed between them.
“So...” Hanzo started.
“So... what?” said Genji.
“I feel like that whole thing was building up to something,” said Hanzo.
“Oh--well, no, I just... really wanted to let you know that.”
“Genji...”
“Well, okay, there’s something I wanted to tell you, but we’re having such a good time tonight, I don’t want it to make the night weird--It’s not bad news! I think it’s really good news! I just... don’t want it to take over the night.”
“Well now that I know there is something I’m going to to be spending the rest of the night wondering what it is!” Hanzo chuckled, popping one of the takoyaki into his mouth.
Genji looked at Hanzo for a few seconds and his breath huffed in his mask at little as he smiled. “Okay then... It’s about Angela. I think I want to marry her,” said Genji, “Well---actually, no, I know I want to marry her. I’ve been--Are you okay!?”
Hanzo had inhaled on reflex at the word ‘marry’, got some katsuoboshi caught in his throat, and managed to suppress the cough for all of 3 seconds before turning red and unceremoniously hacking into the crook of his elbow while struggling to keep his takoyaki tray upright.. “Fine--” he coughed, “I’m fine.” He swallowed. “Just---are--are you serious?”
“Yes,” said Genji, “And I know you’ve only known her a couple months but I’ve been thinking about this a long time and, well, we’re not getting any younger, and with the fight with Talon...” he huffed, “I don’t want the fight with Talon to be this thing that stands between us. I know you don’t trust my judgment--”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust your judgment,” said Hanzo.
Genji blinked. “Oh.”
“She’s intelligent, she’s kind, she’s brave, and she’s principled. I haven’t known her as long as you, that’s true, but anyone can see she brings out the best in you. And you bring out the (frankly terrifying) best in her. You have my full support,” said Hanzo.
“I...” Genji started and then chuckled a little, “Wow, I... I had this whole thing prepared about how I wasn’t thinking with my dick anymore and how I know myself and how I didn’t care what you said and I was going to trust myself and follow my heart and...” His breath caught in his throat and his eyes were wet and shining.
“Genji, you’re my brother and I care about you, but if you start crying, you’re going to put me in a very awkward positio--” Hanzo cut himself off as Genji hugged him. He tried to return the embrace as best he could while holding a tray of takoyaki.
Genji pulled out of the embrace slightly. “Sorry--I know you aren’t used to that. They’re pretty big huggers, Overwatch.”
“I’m more used to it than you think. McCree--well--” Hanzo caught himself and cleared his throat, “In any case, I’m glad you found someone.”
Genji clapped his shoulder. “I’m glad you found someone, too.”
The two of them walked towards the grassy park area where the first few plumes of fireworks were already popping in bursts of pink.
“Ponytail,” said Genji.
Hanzo craned his neck slightly and saw Mercy’s hair caught in a burst of green light overhead. McCree caught them in the corner of his eye and waaved them over.
“...You’re not going to ask her tonight, are you?” said Hanzo as they walked over.
Genji snorted, “Are you kidding?”
“In my defense I’ve known you to be very impulsive,” said Hanzo. Genji just chuckled as they closed the distance to McCree and Mercy.
#mchanzo#gency#GOD why do my mchanzo gency combo fics always end up with me making things way harder for myself than they have to be#THIS TOOK ME FOREVERRRRRR
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Love Thy Neighbor (part 6)
Alrighty! Another update!!! I’ll post part 7 on Friday, i went through this a few times so hopefully the spelling and grammar are perfect! Please enjoy this steamy chapter;)
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Dinner continued and Rogers hand remained on your bare thigh, his hand tried and failed to get back to where he wanted it. You all walked back to the villa and decided to start a game of scrabble. Everyone got so mad so easily, even Freddie. You’ve never played before but the concept was easy, you were fairly good. But everyone got so mad except for you, you would laugh every time someone threatened to throw someone off the balcony. The game was dragging and it was just you, Freddie, and Roger left.
“So Lacey how did you enjoy dinner?”
Freddie knew, you could tell by his face.
“It was good, the chicken was fantastic…..”
You were blushing, and trying to avoid both of their glares by organizing your words for your next move.
“Oh, I wasn’t talking about the dinner itself, I was talking about Rogers hand up your dress! How was that?”
You were taking a sip of your drink and you almost choked on it and coughed a few times.
“Excuse me?”
Roger was laughing hysterically which made you slap his chest.
“I just wanna know how many times he made you cum during dinner, that’s all.”
Roger started to laugh even harder this time.
“She stopped me before she could even finish!”
Roger said in between laughs.
“Was it really that noticeable?”
Freddie laughed at you and put a hand on your shoulder.
“Dear, the only reason I noticed is because I was staring at your tits the whole dinner.”
You pushed Freddie away and got up to get another drink.
“They are quit marvelous, Roger how are they? Soft? Bouncy?”
“Freddie I am right here, please refrain from talking about my breasts when I’m in the same room.”
You poured yourself a small glass of whiskey.
“I’d imagine they are very soft, very grabbable, and quite bouncy.”
Roger winked.
“Again, I am right here!”
Freddie was rolling on the floor from laughing.
“Alright I’ll leave you two to finish scrabble, me and my luscious breasts are going to bed. Goodnight.”
The next morning you awoke to the sound of the waves. You smiled and made your way to your suitcase to get a bathing suit and something to put over it. You felt the silkiness of the green satin robe Freddie picked out for you so many months ago and smiled as you wrapped it around you, tying it at the waist. You looked out on the balcony to find Roger sitting on one of the patio chairs sun bathing in a pair of shorts.
“Lacey, how do you manage to look so good with such little sleep?”
You sat next to him.
“How do you manage to always be so smooth?”
His hand went to untie your robe, you hopped on his lap straddling him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and took the sash off completely. He looked disappointed that you weren’t naked underneath, at the same time he raked in the sight of the red bikini you were wearing.
“Are you going to kiss me now?”
His left hand cupped your chin while his other hand went to the back of your neck. His face leaned in to yours, his teeth grabbed your bottom lip and tugged at it. You moaned a little, wanting more.
“Rog….”
He smiled as his lips collided with yours. You wanted more and your hips grinded into his.
“Rog don’t drop her now! That’s cement, it’ll hurt her!”
Fucking Freddie, every time.
“Thanks for the advice Fred, really thanks a lot!”
You hopped off Roger and went to put on some shorts then joined the rest of the guys for breakfast in the living room.
“Morning boys, how ya feelin?”
Brian and John were absolutely wrecked last night.
“Terrific, Lacey, just terrific!”
Brian gave you a thumbs up as he sipped his tea, and John nodded in agreement.
“Good morning darlings, big night tonight, 40,000 people to entertain!”
Freddie was excited, he loved to be on stage, he truly was meant to be an entertainer.
“40,000 people? Do you guys ever get nervous?”
Freddie laughed, and came to sit down next to you before Roger could.
“Darling the more the merrier! I have a surprise for you, close your eyes……well close them!”
You closed your eyes, and waited.
“Ok open them…….sheet music.”
Your eyes widened, a stack of sheet music with lyrics. Lights, Anytime, Wheel in the Sky, Feeling that Way. All your favorite Journey songs.
“Guys I hope you know that I was kidding when I said I would put on a show…..”
“Well you said to get you sheet music, so I wrote it up last night when I was drunk, might not be accurate, but I’m sure you’ll know.”
Everyone carried on eating, and chatted every once and a while, you just took everything in. Only a few months ago you had a pretty routine life, but here you are now. Friends with 4 amazing people, who were insanely talented and just extremely full of life.
“Your very spacey this morning?”
John nudged you with his elbow, and looked at you with his head tilted slightly.
“What? I’m fine, just really enjoying myself, just being here is really nice.”
You smiled at him and nudged him back.
“You know what would be better though? If we finally went to the beach, because I can see it and it’s been calling my name.”
Roger smiled in your direction.
“How about tonight? After the show?”
“Yes please.”
After breakfast everyone dispersed to get ready to get to the stadium for rehearsal. You were looking for a shirt that would match your bikini top, but couldn’t find anything you liked, you made your way to Rogers room.
“Hey do you have a top I can borrow? Like a tank or a t-shirt?”
He was in the middle of getting dressed when you walked in.
“You don’t have any? I should have helped you pack, hold on let me find you something nice.”
As he was rummaging through his suit cases and you sat on his bed, you fell back and sunk into the fluffy comforter. It was unmade and it smelt like cigarettes and cologne.
“I have this sheer t-shirt, it’ll look nice with that red top.”
As he turned around he smirked.
“It’s about time you’re in my bed.”
Your head shot up, you watched him walk over to close the door. Was this about to happen? He walked back towards you and reached to un button your shorts. You lifted your but and he threw your shorts over his shoulder. He then pulled at the strings of your bikini bottoms. He had the wickedest of grins on as his face disappeared between your thighs. And wow his tong felt fantastic. He flicked it over your clit a few times before it ducked into your center, you let out a moan and your hands went down to grab at his hair. In and out, in and out. As much as you wanted to cum, you wanted him inside you, it’s been months of you thinking about it, you needed it.
“Rog…….fuck… Roger!”
His hands dug into your thighs, and you bucked your hips. Just then his face rose and as licked his lips he started to unbutton his jeans, you sat up right and moved his hands away and unzipped his jeans, pulled the zipper down. His hands now swatted yours away, he chuckled.
“Ready are we?”
You moaned, at the sight of him naked. He winked at you as he started to kiss up your stomach, he pulled aside your bikini top and sucked on your left breast, your back arched in response. His mouth left your breast but his hand squeezed it as his mouth moved to your neck, biting it as he moved his way to your lips.
“Rog……Roger please”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me already!”
His lips were back on yours and he spread your legs as he positioned himself. He pushed himself inside of you and moaned as his head went back in ecstasy. The smile on his face was fucking priceless. He started to thrust fast, hard, so urgent. His hand went down and his thumb circled your clit. You let out an ungodly moan. His hand went to cover your mouth, your arms went up to grip his shoulders, faster, harder. Your hands found their way to his back and your nails racked at it. With his hand still over your mouth, he told you to cum. His thumb left your clit and his hand left your mouth, you bit your lip as you finished. He let your name slip past his lips as he gave it one last thrust. Out of breath and sweaty, he got off of you and lay next to you for a second.
“That was, that was just….”
You were still trying to catch your breath.
“Rogers famous 20 minute special……”
And cocky Rog was back.
“How many woman have gotten the 20 minute special?”
You rolled your eyes as you sat up. He sat up next to you and reached for you, but you were already up to get your bikini bottoms on and fetch your shorts. Everything was perfect, up until he said that.
“Hey.”
You turned around facing a naked Rog, he looked deep in thought as he spoke.
“How long have we known each other?”
You sighed as you buttoned up your shorts.
“5 months, I don’t know.”
“In those 5 months, I can honestly say you’re the only person I’ve had on my mind.”
You didn’t know how to respond, your eye brows raised. He got up and pulled on his jeans then reached for the shirt he was going to give you before, handing it to you.
“Really? How many “20 minute specials” have you had since we’ve met?”
He frowned.
“I’m fixated on you, ever since I saw you move in across the hall a year ago.”
He was so intense looking, his eyes were locked on yours, his lips slightly parted, his skin was soft. You kissed him, softly and slowly. You sat back down on his bed as you watched him get dressed again. What does this mean? “I’m fixated on you” What?
“Roger?”
He looked up from his suitcase at you.
“Yes.”
“What are you fixated on? I’m a very average person.”
“Average? You are far from average love. You have dreams, goals, your independent. I know there’s a lot of stuff I don’t know about you, but have you have drive, your only a couple years younger than I am but you’ve got it together. Which is…why I like you.”
So now we’ve gone from fixated to like? Roger Taylor, the guy who takes countless amounts of woman home on the daily, likes you?
“THE Roger Taylor likes me?”
“Shut up.”
You didn’t know how to react, you hadn’t really thought about it until now; sure you and Roger have sexual tension, you could cut it with a knife, but liking him? It’s been a while since you’ve actually thought about being with someone, and liking someone kind of freaked you out for so many reasons. All you wanted to do was spend the day in bed with him, get to know his body, but they had their show, a lot of stuff to do.
“Can I give you something?”
Roger asked as you stared at him playing with his hair in the mirror, you nodded. He reached around his neck and grabbed for his necklace.
“This will suite you.”
He moved your hair to one side and clasped it around your neck. He moved in front of you and ran his fingertips down in between your breasts and stopped when he got to the end of the necklace, he looked up at you and saw you blushing.
“I was right, it does.”
He then dipped his head down and kissed you, he started to pull away but your lips chased his. His hands went down to your legs and parted them as he stepped in between them. Your arms grabbed at his sides, and his hands went up to cup your face.
“Round 2?”
He said out of breath with a smile.
“Before the show, for good luck, I promise.”
He pouted, and started to go back to kissing you, but you pulled away.
“Roger finish getting dressed or I’ll undress you again!”
“Please undress me. I want you naked and………..”
“Rog you have places to be, don’t tempt me.”
“Oh I’m gonna tempt you, until I get what I want.”
“And what is it that you want Mr. Taylor?”
He smirked at you.
“Glad you asked Ms. Anderson. What I want is to plow you until you scream my name, body shaking, out of breath…….shall I continue?”
You nodded your head, his face still close to yours from kissing you seconds ago. Your heart was racing, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
“I want you on top, underneath, on your knees, I want that hair of yours wrapped around my hand……”
“That’s a lot of things Rog, sure you can handle a pretty young thing like me?”
He smirked.
“I can handle anything you throw at me, baby”
You kissed him once more and pushed him away. You told him you would be right back, as you went to your room to get some chucks on and grab your bag that had your camera and sketch books in it. You sat on the couch in the living room with Bri and waited for Freddie, John, and Rog to be ready.
“So are you two a thing now?”
He was looking at Rogers necklace around your neck.
“I have no clue”
Bri smiled at you. He then started to stare at your chest.
“Can I help you? I mean I know their out but still.”
“Oh sorry I was just staring at that hickey right there on the left one.”
Bri smirked at you, cheeky motherfucker.
“Fucking Roger.”
You blushed and told Brian not to say anything to anyone. He agreed and said it was best Freddie didn’t know or he would make a big deal of it. Just then Roger came out and sat on the other side of you.
“So Lacey, how was it?”
Brian smirked at you.
“Brian you promised, you fucker!”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, but Roger already knows so I’m really not breaking the promise. So tell me how was it?”
“Yeah Lacey how was it?”
Both Roger and Brian were staring at you.
“If I answer will you two shut up about it?”
They both nodded.
“It was pretty good for a quickie.”
“Pretty good? Can we go again so I can get a better rating?”
Roger laughed. Then Bri joined in.
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Shout out to my homegirl Andy for giving me the idea for “Rogers famous 20 minute special”!!! Hope you enjoyed, please like or reblog, share with whoever, have a lovely night (or day)!!
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The Grind-Chapter 7
The Grind-Chapter 7
I woke to the yellow shade of light sneaking through the bedroom window, thankful Ryan was courteous enough to grant me the day off so I’d be able to chase the unfolding action of the days before the fight. A barely conscious grumble paired with a drawn-out stretch woke the sleeping giant snoring into my armpit.
“Rise and shine, champ,” I ran slow fingers over the spread of his back.
Instantaneously, the smothered ring of his cell vibrated somewhere hidden in the wad of covers, and a patted hand smacked thoughtlessly over the bed in little effort to locate it.
“Mac, what’s up, big guy?” Colton paused as his trainer spoke on the other end of the call. He was awake, but nowhere near alert as one eye still squinted and struggled with the bright light of the morning. “I feel good, man. I even squeezed in a good workout before bed last night too….” A boyish smile tossed in my direction, along with a flirtatious pinch to my bare bum. “Heat the sauna, and I’ll be there in an hour. I got the suit in my truck.”
He ended the call, and all too quickly rose to dress his beautifully naked body.
“What suit are you talking about?” I held myself up on my elbows watching him scurry around the room for his clothes.
“I was three pounds above weight yesterday, so gotta spend most of the day smotherin’ it off in the sauna suit. Get dressed, this’ll be good for your article. Cutting weight can get pretty intense.”
I threw on leggings with and oversized sweater for the sake of time, knowing I’d be home to dress more appropriately for the weigh-in later tonight. I foolishly offered him breakfast, tossing my yogurt in the trash to avoid tempting the hungry bear in my kitchen.
“I’ll only stay for bit. Just enough to get a good insight on the hot suit thing. But I don’t want to be in the way today, Colt. I know how important it is to get into the right headspace.” Although I would’ve indeed loved to spend the day at his every beckon call, helping to ensure he woke Sunday morning wearing the title of Middleweight Champion, I knew that wasn’t what he needed from me.
I didn’t think of it as insulting, it was just the man he was. Sure, most nights we’d spent together he showed me glimmers of a silly, love-sick boy. However, I knew truthfully that the vast part of his psychological make-up was compiled with mystery, angst, and a touch of outright danger. So mental preparation for an event as such was best suited alone. But, it was those flickers of brooding fury that aided in my interest in him to begin with.
“Thanks for understandin’, beautiful.”
I waited outside the confines of the small sauna at the gym for nearly half an hour, talking with Mac about what exactly they’d have to put him through to shed those three pounds.
“He’ll have to swallow a few more gallons of water, then we’ll cut off the intake. He’s gonna be spending a lot of time in the pisser this morning, Miss Liv.” His trainer chuckled at the series of events that would take place, but we both understood the draining (quite literally) day Colton had ahead of him.
The sauna door swung open and Colton collapsed onto the cool of the floor, while I moved in panic to look him over, assuring he was still conscious.
“Liv, Liv. I’m fine, ‘ight. Just hot, okay?”
I instantly felt ridiculous for my overreaction, and stood to my feet, crossing my arms tightly around my chest. “Alright. I think that’s my cue to exit. You two have this covered. See you tonight, Colt!”
He didn’t rise from the ground, instead remained sprawled wearily where he’d fallen. “Hey you. I love ya’. See you soon, baby.”
I matched his line and waved to the pile of vast sweating flesh on the floor.
Secluded with my thoughts in the empty apartment was the last place on Gods green earth I needed to be, so I thought it wise to drive around with the sounds of a quiet radio. Lately, even amidst the newest developments in our relationship, I had found myself panged with the wonder of “where would we go from here?” Sure, the frequent time we were spending together had been made up of little work and mostly play, but I couldn’t help but linger over the idea that what we had was a fluke? I mean, if we’re being completely honest, I’m ashamed to say I even dwelt for a moment on the thought that maybe Colton was using me to get help with his glorified “big break.” The article, no matter the result of the events ahead, would spotlight him in a big way. Bad publicity is better than no publicity, ay?
I pounded the steering wheel with an open fist at my sheer absurdity. I knew he wasn’t the man to use anyone for his own selfish gain. There was nothing artificial about him. He was pure in the most tarnished way, and so raw. Real. Why couldn’t I just let myself bask in the high of being in love? Life was too painfully joyous right now to be such a lowly pessimist. The cascading echo of a car horn shook me from my pondering stupor, seeing the red light that halted me, now green. I eased onto the gas before the impatient imbecile behind me blew a gasket, and concluded it was best to head home after all.
Home led to a nap, giving me at least an hour of silence from the cynical whispers that had haunted me all morning. The screen of my cell read 4:33 when I shook myself awake, along with a message from Colton.
Colt: Your boy is down 4 pounds. Heading to the hotel with the guys now. See you soon babe.
Well, there was one lingering worry crossed from the list. He’d made weight. Well, as long as the scales at the official weigh in agreed. Next item on the agenda was to smash Mendez tomorrow night and go about our business. But, that task was in Colt’s hands. My next order of business was making myself presentable for the conference, and prepare any further questions I had for the fighters.
The “grooming” process always had a strange calming affect on me. The steam of the shower, the calculation of outfit choice, the precision of perfecting a subtle wing of eyeliner. Mind you, embracing the grueling duties of womanhood wasn’t something I did extremely often, but when I did, it was something I genuinely enjoyed. Plus, I knew the “business casual” attire would be a titillating distraction for my guy on the podium. He’d made countless suggestive comments when I would meet him after work for dinner adorning a simple fitted suit, that hinted at the highly aroused state the particular style caused him.
Tonight, I’d paired a khaki tailored chino pant with a simple, yet tastefully plunging cashmere sweater tucked in, with round toe, block heels. I wanted the look to still appear somewhat relaxed, so I pinned my hair into a soft ponytail. As I fastened my gold stud earrings in to complete the ensemble, a faint purplish bruise on the swell of my breast caught my attention. I bit my lip remembering the primal encounter with him the night before that had created the mark in question, which left me wanting to kiss him that very second. I settled for the next best available option and chanced trying to reach him on a facetime call. I rested knees crossed on the edge of the couch careful not to wrinkle my outfit, and waited for an answer.
My mouth twitched slightly when he gracefully appeared on the screen.
“There she is.” He didn’t intend for the greeting to be one of a sultry manner, but the man just couldn’t help it, could he? Sex appeal simply secreted out of his very being.
“Hey you! I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to wish you luck! I won’t come at you with any questions that are too difficult tonight.” I winked with my tongue slightly poking from between a wide smile.
“Oh, I appreciate that. Those media suckers can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”
I let that one go, but not without narrowed eyes and a small “hmph” of displeasure. “Meet me back in my room after, baby? It’s 1893.”
I didn’t want to be pushy with him. It wasn’t the time to be developing a pining cling, seeing as he did maybe have a few things of slight importance going on in his life these days.
“If you say so, babe. Oh! By the way, I got a call from your mom today asking how you were since according to her, you’re dodging her calls?” Beth had reached out pre-nap to check in on “her boy”.
I found it nauseatingly endearing that this sweet woman raised one of the most hard-nosed, pensive creatures I’d ever met, yet in her eyes he was some innocent little quiet schoolboy.
“God, that woman,” he groaned, hands rubbed over his lidded eyes, sighing embarrassed.
“Little momma’s boy, aren’t ya’, Ritter. I’ll be sure to add that tidbit of info into my article.” I slipped a finger to my raised chin, tapping thoughtfully as if pondering an evil plot against him.
“Watch it, girl. I’m runnin’ on no food today. Best ya’ don’t poke the big angry cage fighter, yeah?”
I wanted to do way more than poke the big angry cage fighter, unbeknownst to him.
“Is that a threat, sir?” I’m sure my usual porcelain shade had taken upon a pinkish tone right before his very eyes.
He just shook his head left to right, snickering at my mouthy remark. “Wow, someone is feelin’ bold tonight I see. Be sure to bring that sassy mouth with ya’ to my room tonight then, deal?” His thick brows raised in hopeful questioning. “Listen though, sweetheart. I gotta get back to the guys. Thanks for the luck, Livvy!”
He ended our brief chat with that menacing, fluttery wink of his that he should just trademark & get on with it.
I threw a tweed coat over my shoulders and buttoned it over the bareness of my chest, journeying out into the Friday evening breeze.
Downtown was always expected to be a blustering mess on any given weekend, but this March weekend in particular brought out triple the chaos. I didn’t have the time, nor the least bit of patience to hunt for a parking spot in this sea of traffic, so I opted for valet instead, and admired the architectural elegance of the hotel when I wheeled under the awning.
The Omni William Penn Hotel was one of my favorites to look at in the city. A column-like brick design having such a classic grandeur like something from an episode of The Sopranos. It wasn’t modern or sleek like most newly built facilities here, rather it adorned harsh, loud colors and eccentric carpets. I shamelessly flashed my media badge to the security vastly surrounding the conference hall, and two heavy double doors opened to welcome me in. The ornate, high-ceilings enhanced the noise of muddled conversations throughout the smothered, crowded room. I was pleased that the event was drawing such interest throughout Pittsburgh, and judging by the number of bodies in the room, surrounding cities as well.
It seemed I had timed my arrival perfectly, allowing me to locate a seat just 4 rows from the platform. Of course, I chose the side nearest to Colton’s name plate placed on the banquet table lined with chairs. I could at least give myself that much, seeing as proximity in the room would be the only form of closeness we would be able to share with all the eyes in attendance. Sure, there were the handful of trusted confidants whom we had revealed the true nature of what was truly going on with our relationship. Mac, his parents, Andrew from the coffee shop witnessed some slight hand holding here & there, and a few of the guys on his training team at the gym. To the rest of the world, Liv & Colton were no more than writer & subject.
Yes, we may have spent a tremendous amount of time together, but what dedicated journalist didn’t tumble entirely in their work and make it their mission to learn the ins and outs of her topic. To Ryan, the staff at the Pilot, and strangers who spotted us at restaurants rarely, it just seemed as if I was extremely dedicated to my work. I wasn’t blind to the consequences that could come, along with the whispered insults, if my boss and the public got wind that we were sleeping together, and more. As much as I’d like to refer to myself as a thick skinned, I can admit that isn’t a quality I was bestowed with. The idea of my name being worked into lines such as “stops at nothing to climb a little higher on the latter,” or “no wonder she spoke so highly of him in her piece,” made the containments of my stomach climb up my throat. So for now, unfortunately, we had agreed to keep the love light hidden within the confines of family for now. As long as I had him though, I could rest my head easy at night. And I can with confidence say that Colton shared that same satisfaction.
The chattering of the room was silenced now only to the sounds of flashing cameras and the screeching feedback of a powering PA system, when league CEO Pete Multon graced center stage.
“On behalf of everyone at Professional Fighters Federation, I’d like to welcome you all to the official weigh-in for PFF 11. Let’s uh, get this started, shall we? I personally can promise you a great match between these two, and I look forward to seeing it all go down tomorrow night.”
I wondered if my neighboring reporter could hear the near pounding of my heartbeat. “Let’s welcome first, the challenger in this event who is extremely, extremely new to the circuit, but I’ve seen for myself the tremendous talent this kid brings to the table. Mr. Colton Ritter, ladies and gentleman.”
My eyes wondered erratically for a glimpse of him. I saw Mac step into view first, then his sparring partner I think he called Seth, a few other posse members I wasn’t particularly familiar with, and finally him. A plain white t-shirt, navy shorts resembling a sort of swimming trunks with gray stripes, and a baseball cap he’d turned rear-facing. He marched in barefoot with a powerful saunter, his face holding a taunting blank stare. Colton hated the attention. He was a fighter, and that’s precisely all he wanted to do. He held no interest in the added formalities of the job description and wasn’t about to paint on a fake façade that told otherwise.
He pulled out his designated assigned seat, and lowered himself to the table, shaking the hand of Pete as he did so. He dropped his eyes to folded, fidgeting hands he had rested across his middle-section and reclined comfortably back in the folding chair. The hat was a foreign choice of accessory for him from what I’d seen, but the boyish way it sat about him was one I very much enjoyed.
“Alright, now our current Middleweight Champion who most of you are very familiar with, Danny Mendez. C’mon out, Dan.”
The next entrance was nothing short of stomach-turning, over the top in characteristic Mendez fashion. As unprofessional and petty I’m fully aware this sounds, I couldn’t have cared less about the arrogant prick, so I pretty well tuned the next 3 minutes or so out. Danny had swaggered into the room, feeding furiously off the chants from the clan of goons riding his coat tails and the squealing groupies in the back row. I hadn’t taken my eyes of Colton. He lifted his head now, casually surveying the room, and I finally entered his range of sight.
Our eyes locked like a chaining deadbolt, and an almost painful excitement raged in my insides. His tongue swiped slowly over his cunning, half smiling lips and his right brow raised in mischief, he had the audacity to assault me with a lazy wink that I’m certain was intended more for the space between my legs than anything else. I jolted my look to the floor in a desperate attempt to hide the beaming shade of red on my cheeks. You could’ve cooked a full course meal on my heated, embarrassed face. His shoulders slightly shook in laughter at the state he’d instigated.
I had given him far too much control over me, and he had learned every little gear that made my body tick, using it fully to his advantage. But I myself had acquired my own arsenal of Colton Ritter kryptonite in the last months. I could melt that statue into putty if I so desired, and I thought after the weigh-in, I may decide to do just that. But for now, it was time to settle in with work.
I tapped the red recording button on my device and waited for the wave of questioning to swell. Mr. Multon made camp between the two wild animals in case one stroked the ego of the other in the wrong manner and the fight fell underway early. As if he could’ve done a single thing to stop the likes of these two fellows.
“Okay folks, everyone knows how this works. We’ll rotate back & forth between the guys for questions, and they’ll call on which of you to speak. So, let’s start with Danny to my right here.”
We were all familiar with the nature of how these conferences were organized, yet most buffoons just shouted their questions aloud hoping it would fall directly on the ear of their intended. Following my usual approach, I sat to take it all in for a few minutes before chiming in. I suffered through roughly 15 minutes or so of mundane inquisition, then decided I should get in line for a shot at Colton & Danny before time was cut without me stepping up.
I went for Colton first as I knew I wouldn’t have any issue get called on. One forearm rested on the table top, the other hand smooshed to his cheek by a propped elbow, and he thinned his eyes to gaze about to gallery. My hand was raised politely, and he passed over me at least twice, getting off on my heightening annoyance.
“Uhhhhhh, lemme see. Okay, ummmm..you. Ms. Elliott, is it?” He would pay for that later.
“Col-uh, Mr. Ritter, this being your first match of such magnitude, have you found yourself under any added pressure? More so than any of the previous events you’ve been a part of.” I told him I’d go easy earlier, and I meant it. I knew I’d probably buckle under the bright beams of pressure and crack if I was tossed into this den of lions myself, so I can only imagine how my introverted partner was feeling by this point in the evening.
“Hmm…ummm…well yeah, ya’ could say that. I mean, I go into any match with full intent of beatin’ the ass of whoever climbs into that cage with me no matter the prize money that comes along with it. But when there’s a belt on the line, I’d say it does change things a little bit maybe. I still plan on bashin’ the guy in the cage with me, this time the reward will just be a lot sweeter, I guess. Great question, by the way.” He thought the compliment would dig him out of the hole he was in for ignoring me a short moment ago.
I fell back into the padded chair glancing back to him, and mouthed a wordless “thank you.”
Now onto the bigger, more annoying fish I intended to fry this evening. I didn’t calculate getting the attention of Mendez would be too difficult, seeing how he clearly felt very strongly about the opposite sex. I slipped my hand up, slightly elevating out of my chair to ensure I was visible from behind the much taller man in front of me. He chose another individual, so I was forced to wait 2 more rounds before finally being selected to speak.
“Mr. Mendez, this is the first opportunity in nearly a year you’ve had to defend your title. Are you at all concerned that tonight may be the last night you that belt in your possession?” I’m sure he could see that glint of brashness mixed with my smile.
“To be honest, Ms. Olivia,” he’d called me by the name he knew wasn’t accurate from our previous encounter as a rebuttal or my smart-mouthed question. “I’m not worried about this amateur at all. I’m in the best shape of my career, and I just don’t think he’s got anything for me. I plan to make this defeat short & sweet.”
I hoped even more so now that Colton would crush him a million times over and make him eat that snide remark. Thankfully, mine being the last allowed question for the night, Mr. Multon upstretched to take the mic.
“Alright everyone, that’ll be all for questions tonight, so let’s get to what these guys came for, shall we?!” His volume increased into a gravelish scream causing a bellowing explosion of cheers and whistles from the crowd.
Several stage men swarmed to rearrange the set-up, carrying in the scale. Photographers now sprinted to the front seeing as this was what they came for. Their paycheck would most likely depend on them catching the money shots of the events to unfold in the next 48 hours.
“Okay, Colton, step up to the scale.” He followed the mans’ orders, rounding the corner of the table. Colton began undressing, pulling the shirt with one hand over the back of his head, followed with dropping his trunks to the floor. Leaving him covered only now by thin spandex of his compression shorts.
I would assume every lady specimen in attendance painted an imagined picture of what he looked like underneath. Luckily for me, I was the one who knew quite vividly how perfect he indeed looked emerging from the gym shower. Or sleeping soundly under the transparency of my bed sheets. Or sweating profusely under the contents of me bouncing about his groin. I was very much relishing in that fact that he could probably have his pick from the entire span of Pittsburgh, but I was the selection. He chose to be with me. Chose to love me.
Colton squared up with the scale, releasing the entire contents of his lungs before planting both feet on top of it.
“Colton Ritter, official weight 183 pounds.”
He raised his brazenly muscular arms upward into a flex of his bicep, then the room jumped at the sound of his strident, resounding roar. He had put himself through near hell the entire day, starving to make weight, and was clearly pleased with his achievements, deservingly so.
Colt jumped to the floor, beaming, with hands clapping together like smashing bricks. I may have let my excitement get the best of me letting out an extended shriek of pride.
“Okay, okay. Everybody settle down, settle down. Danny c’mon up.” The CEO instructed his #1 to his place on the scales. “181 official weight for Danny Mendez.”
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Yeah, figures.
1:Name
Van Galaxy
2:Age
Only 19
3:3 Fears
Failure to meet expectations, the reality that I never earned anything I worked for, discovering that I am exactly who I think I am
4:3 things I love
My friends, music, memes
5:4 turn ons
Genuineness, loving things with no shame, a sly wit, and apparently when they let their hair down
6:4 turn offs
Pursuing things solely for money, elitism, pandering, insincerity
7:My best friend
I don’t think I’m theirs anymore
8:Sexual orientation
Ace
9:My best first date
We watched Little Shop of Horrors
10:How tall am I?
5′7″
11:What/Who do I miss?
My friends in California
12:What time was I born?
Don’t know the time specifically, but it was on a Monday
13:Favourite color
Slytherin Green
14:Do I have a crush?
For once, yeah
15:Favourite quote
“Keep moving forward” - Walt Disney
16:Favourite place
My room
17:Favourite food
Can’t go wrong with pizza
18:Do I use sarcasm?
Gee, I dunno. What do you think?
19:What am I listening to right now?
Cuphead soundtrack
20:First thing I notice in a new person
Their face?
21:Shoe size
9
22:Eye color
Brown
23:Hair color
Black
24:Favourite style of clothing
“Asshole chic”, according to a friend
25:Ever done a prank call?
Not really
27:Meaning behind my URL
My name is Van and I like V for Vendetta
28:Favourite movie
Meet the Robinsons
29:Favourite song
Dust and Ashes, Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812
30:Favourite band
Really feelin’ Simon and Garfunkel right now
31:How I feel right now
A little shitty
32:Someone I love
Ol’ buddy ol’ pal @sourdohjoe
33:My current relationship status
Single and cripplingly afraid to mingle
34:My relationship with my parents
We’re chill
35:Favourite holiday
Christmastime
36:Tattoos and piercings i have
None
37:Tattoos and piercings i want
None
38:The reason I joined Tumblr
Friends convinced me too
39:Do I and my last ex hate each other?
We’re both mutually concerned about each other’s happiness
40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?
Not as much anymore
41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?
My mom? Yeah
42:When did I last hold hands?
I can’t remember anymore
43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?
Usually half an hour
44:Have you shaved your legs in the past three days?
Nah
45:Where am I right now?
In my room
46:If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?
Statistically, my fencing captain
47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?
Reasonably loud
48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad?
During summers, yeah
49:Am I excited for anything?
Just trying to live day to day, man
50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?
I try not to do that
51:How often do I wear a fake smile?
Heh
52:When was the last time I hugged someone?
Yesterday
53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?
Mom and Dad kiss all the time
As an aside you’re gonna have to specify what kind of kissing you mean; just to be clear I do NOT make out with my mom
54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?
Yeah
55:What is something I disliked about today?
I drank
56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
I don��t really care about that kind of stuff?
57:What do I think about most?
I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory...
58:What’s my strangest talent?
I have gotten stopped at security checkpoints for having odd musical instruments in my bag
59:Do I have any strange phobias?
Not really
60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Behind it
61:What was the last lie I told?
“I’m fine”
62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
Texting
63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
I’m open to the idea of ghosts, and to think Earth is the only planet that has life is irritatingly narcissistic
64:Do I believe in magic?
Yeah
65:Do I believe in luck?
Yeah
66:What’s the weather like right now?
Humid. I don’t like it
67:What was the last book I’ve read?
My textbook
68:Do I like the smell of gasoline?
I don’t mind it
69:Do I have any nicknames?
When your name is Van Galaxy you’re bound to have a lot of car and space related nicknames.
70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?
I really can’t say, I don’t know
71:Do I spend money or save it?
I save it ‘till I choose to spend it
72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue?
Nah
73:Is there anything pink within 10 ft from me?
A physics formula sheet
74:Favourite animal?
Rabbits
75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM?
Playing Cuphead
76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is?
Uh.. I haven’t really given it much thought. I guess just to spit out a name... LaRue?
77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?
Under Pressure, Queen/David Bowie
78:How can you win my heart?
Rip it from my cold, dead body
79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone?
I’d prefer to be cremated instead of lying in a coffin; then people could say that I was thinking out of the box
80:What is my favorite word?
Snark
81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr
Uh, my friends’ blogs, duh
82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?
“Go back to your lives, this is stressing me out”
83:Do I have any relatives in jail?
Nah
84:What superpower would I have?
Telepathy
85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
If I said then you’d want to know the answer
86:What is my current desktop picture?
It’s a chicken looking at an egg, contemplating which came first
87:Had sex?
Yeah
88:Bought condoms?
Yeah
89:Gotten pregnant?
Nah
90:Failed a class?
Nah
91:Kissed a boy?
Nah
92:Kissed a girl?
Yeah
93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?
I don’t think so?
94:Had job?
“Had job”, that’s hilarious; and yeah
95:Left the house without my wallet?
Yeah
96:Bullied someone on the internet?
Geez probably inadvertently
97:Had sex in public?
God, no. People actually do that?
98:Played on a sports team?
Yeah
99:Smoked weed?
Nah
100:Did drugs?
Nah
101:Smoked cigarettes?
Nah
102:Drank alcohol?
Yeah
103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
Nah
104:Been overweight?
Nah
105:Been underweight?
Probably
106:Been to a wedding?
Nah
107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?
Yeah
108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight?
Probably
109:Been outside my home country?
Yeah
110:Gotten my heart broken?
Yeah
111:Been to a professional sports game?
Yeah
112:Broken a bone?
Nah
113:Cut myself?
Accidentally
114:Been to prom?
Yeah
115:Been in airplane?
Yeah
116:Fly by helicopter?
Nah
117:What concerts have I been to?
A lot of operas, some symphonic ones, one rock concert
118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex?
Yeah
119:Learned another language?
Then I forgot it
120:Wore make up?
Yeah
121:Lost my virginity before I was 18?
Yeah
122:Had oral sex?
Yeah
123:Dyed my hair?
My hair’s growing white, I don’t have to dye shit
124:Voted in a presidential election?
Yeah
125:Rode in an ambulance?
Nah
126:Had a surgery?
Yeah
127:Met someone famous?
Yeah
128:Stalked someone on a social network?
Probably?
129:Peed outside?
Yeah
130:Been fishing?
Nah
131:Helped with charity?
Yeah
132:Been rejected by a crush?
Yeah
133:Broken a mirror?
Nah
134:What do I want for birthday?
I don’t like the attention
135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names?
Andromeda seems like a cool name
136:Was I named after anyone?
Technically my dad
137:Do I like my handwriting?
It’s alright
138:What was my favourite toy as a child?
Legos; also what do you mean “was”
139:Favourite Tv Show?
Right now, probably the new Ducktales
140:Where do I want to live when older?
I don’t know man, I don’t think that far ahead
141:Play any musical instrument?
Yeah
142:One of my scars, how did I get it?
Got stabbed by an epee
143:Favourite pizza toping?
Pepperoni
144:Am I afraid of the dark?
Nah
145:Am I afraid of heights?
A little
146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?
Yeah
147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
Yeah
148:What I’m really bad at
Taking care of myself
149:What my greatest achievements are
Managed to learn an entire musical’s worth of music in 3 days, I’m pretty proud of that
150:What I’d do if I won the lottery
Pay off student loans and use the rest of the money to get a leg up in my career
Alright yeah, that was fun. Thanks.
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Rules: Tag 20 people
I was tagged by @jxnhees (who btw is great for being able to keep conversation with me: a brick wall) @kangyoochanie @wacested @seyoon-ace and also (technicallyyyyyy) by @junheeschoice 😘
THE LAST…
1.Drink: sparkling grapefruit water (ik ik fancy right?)
2.Phone call: ehhhh it might have been for some kinda takeout
3.Text message: uhhh the s f 9 group chat more specifically kim i guess
4.Song you listened to: whiplash - nct 127
5.Time you cried: i didnt say this ok but it was definitely during the yh dance practice that went up yesterday
HAVE YOU EVER…
6.Dated someone twice: nope i would have to date someone first
7.Been cheated on: no
8.Kissed someone and regretted it: nope
9.Lost someone special: sort of
10.Been depressed: yeah
11.Gotten drunk and thrown up: nope
LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:
pastel pink
yellow
baby blue
15.Made new friends: yeah
16.Fallen out of love: nah
17.Laughed until you cried: all the time
18.Found out someone was talking about you: unfortunately
19.Met someone who changed you: yes
20.Found out who your true friends are: mmmmmm
21.Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no lol
GENERAL…
22.How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them but tbh who uses facebook???
23.Do you have any pets: i have 2 cats and a dog
24.Do you want to change your name: i guess my names fine
25.What did you do for your last birthday: ha funny story we went to go see a performance in boston, but i was really stressed about school at the time and fell ill and yeah that ruined everything lmao
26.What time did you wake up: 7? maybe cant remember
27.What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping
28.Name something you cannot wait for: graduation next year
29.When was the last time you saw your mother: couple minutes ago
30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: hmmm i kinda wish i grew up in a better area tbh
31.What are you listening to right now: diplomat’s son - vampire weekend
32.Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeah
33.Something that is getting on your nerves: idk man maybe like general negativity?
34.Most visited website: tumblr and google docs
35.Elementary: is this asking like if ive been through it? then yes
36. High School: almost done
37.College/university: planning to go
38.Hair color: blonde (but like honestly basically yellow)
39.Long or short hair: longish like mid back
40.Do you have a crush on someone: not a legitimate one
41.What do you like about yourself: idk my eyes? or maybe like i’d say im a pretty soft person in general so maybe that
42.Piercings: my ears
43.Blood type: no idea! but like probably O thats the safe guess
44.Nickname: jess
45.Relationship status: single
46.Zodiac sign: gemini
47.Pronouns: she/her
48.Favorite tv show: for korean shows its weightlifting fairy. for american shows its chopped
49.Tattoos: no
50.Right or left hand: right
51.Surgery: nope (im getting my wisdom teeth out soon tho)
52.Piercings: this was already a question
54.Sport: never lol. unless u count dance then ive been doing that for like 12 years
55.Vacation: I want to go to Japan during cherry blossom season!!
57.Eating: fave food is probably like ice cream
58.Drinking: green tea or smoothies
59.I’m about to: idk mess around some more and not be productive
60.Listening to: know me - dpr live
61.Waiting for: legitimate relaxation
62.Want: svea made me emo so now i want to meet my internet friends :’(
63.Get married: eventually but not too early in life
64.Career: architecture or design
WHICH IS BETTER…
65.Hugs or kisses: hugs
66.Lips or eyes: eyes
67.Shorter or taller: taller
68.Older or younger: younger dont @ me about this tho
70.Nice arms or nice stomach: arms
71.Sensitive or loud: cant choose tbh i guess sensitive
72.Hook up or relationship: relationship
73.Troublemaker or hesitant: either but i guess hesitant
HAVE YOU EVER…
74.Kissed a stranger?: nope
75.Drank hard liquor?: i only drink cute drinks so no
76.Lost glasses contact/lenses?: nope
77.Turned someone down?: i guess?
78.Sex on first date?: no
79.Broken someone’s heart?: idk probably man
80.Had your heart broken?: ofc
81.Been arrested?: nope
82.Cried when someone died?: yeah
83.Fallen for a friend?: 👀👀👀 anyways…..
DO YOU BELIEVE IN…
84.Yourself?: eh
85.Miracles?: no lol
86.Love at first sight?: nope
87.Santa Claus?: nah
88.Kiss on the first date?: i mean if youre really feelin it sure i guess i probably wouldnt tho
89.Angels?: mmmm not in the religious sense
OTHER…
90.Current best friend’s name: kelly/ellen sorry i cant choose
91.Eye color: blue/grey
92.Favorite movie: i dont really watch movies maybe harry potter
tagging 20 people is really going to be a challenge but lets go! I tag @seywow @aceandchoices @javajaeyoon @kimsseyoons @princechani @dnghn @princeseyoon @inv-ace-sive @seokf9 @byeonqkwan @princerowoon @kang-yoochanie @cacetus @blubluebaby312 @donghuns @kim-seyooned @imwonwootrash @7ace @kang-chan @99hwis
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i’m in a mood and i’m bored please ignore
1: Name
elyse
2: Age
20
3: 3 Fears
settling for less than i deserve or for something i don’t want just because happiness seems too hard or would hurt someone, the ocean, scorpions
4: 3 things I love
making people laugh, holding hands w my girlfriend and walking past another gay couple or someone in a LGBTQ+ related shirt n smilin at each other, when dogs have the lil tiny stump tails and they wag em so fast, when candles smell like christmas
5: 4 turns on
freckles, ambition/drive/passion for something, humility, uhhh also eye contact during sex can also be super hot
6: 4 turns off
apathy, moodiness, arrogance, people who are extremely loud all the time
7: My best friend
i have two and they’re great!! one leaves for japan in two days though and she’ll be gone for a month so that highkey sucks for me but she’s gonna have a blast. n my other best friend is so good to me she always takes care of me n listens to me and the other day she bought me alcohol so that was nice
8: Sexual orientation
bisexual but maybe just gay? idk i would date a boy but prolly wouldn’t fuck a boy ya know but i’d do both with a girl so who knows
9: My best date
this question originally said “my best first date” but most of em have been goin to movies and so i changed it bc my best date just in general was probably when my gf and i went and ate at our favorite place to eat n then we banged in her car in a department store parking lot and then afterwards she was like “wait nobody’s at my house i’m sneakin u over” bc her mom can be a lil weird about me going to her house so i never really do and i had never seen her room so she snuck me over to her house n we cuddled on her bed n she showed me this shoebox she has in her room with every tiny lil gift i’d ever given her in it and it made me cry a little. another nice date was when it was flooding at our university and so they canceled classes and we went to walgreens and bought shirts bc ours were soaked from the rain and i bought socks bc my socks got Wet bc i stepped in a puddle and we just stayed in my car and ate candy in our comfy clothes waitin for the rain to let up and yeah TMI ahead but basically she ended up eating me out for the first time so that was nice lol
10: How tall am I
5′7
11: What do I miss
i dunno i already miss my best friend Kate even tho she doesn’t leave for Japan until Wednesday morning. also i kinda miss how things were before this year bc my life was less chaotic and stressful and sad last year and now i’m in a rut a lil bit
12: What time was I born
uhh 11:30 somethin AM
13: Favorite color
i like cerulean which is sorta like a teal blue and then yellow and then brown and then dark green
14: Do I have a crush
ya i have a gf
15: Favorite quote
“if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely”
16: Favorite place
i like to be in my bedroom a lot but there’s also this roof i go to with friends a lot that’s really nice at night and i have so many memories there. it’s a really happy place for me
17: Favorite food
i like japanese food but not the seafood kind
18: Do I use sarcasm
no never
19: What am I listening to right now
praying // kesha
20: First thing I notice in new person
i guess just their general vibe
22: Eye color
very green but they were blue for a good half of my life which is kinda weird bc they’re so green now lmao
23: Hair color
red lmao
24: Favorite style of clothing
idk i go through a million styles in a week but my fave is just a cute oversized shirt n leggings bc it’s comfy and effortless
25: Ever done a prank call?
oh yeah i used to do a ton, i even used to have a character that i’d prank call people with actually. her name was Sonya and she sold breast enhancement cream
27: Meaning behind my URL
that’s actually a secret lmao
28: Favorite movie
the secret life of walter mitty
29: Favorite song
uhh idk but lately i’ve loved do re mi by blackbear
30: Favorite band
twenty one pilots (can i make it any more obvious that i hate myself), two door cinema club, of monsters and men, the 1975, the wonder years
31: How I feel right now
generally okay?? today was a nice day but i’ve felt sorta sick all day and i haven’t been sleeping enough so that’s making me a big ol emotional baby so i feel like i could have a breakdown at any given minute but for the most part i am good tonight
32: Someone I love
my girlfriend
33: My current relationship status
taken
34: My relationship with my parents
oh i love em to death but sometimes they’re difficult n the two of em weren’t meant to be together honestly so i think they’d be better off n a lot less stressful to be around if they divorced but it’s okay maybe they will work it out
35: Favorite holiday
christmas eve. it’s so much better than christmas day!!!!
36:Tattoos and piercing i have
i have a sun and moon tattoo on each wrist and the word “lovely” on my left bicep and i’m gonna get more but that’s all for now. n i have three piercings, one on one ear and two on the other. i was supposed to have two on both ears but one got infected and i didn’t know what to do so i took the piercing out and it fucked it up and it closed up so i gotta go get it repierced someday but that’s annoying so i just haven’t bothered yet
37: Tattoos and piercing i want
don’t want anymore piercings after i get that one redone tbh. but i want a pine tree tattoo i think on my ankle and a equals sign tattoo but idk where yet and lil mountains on my shoulders, also a sunflower maybe ??? i’m still tryna figure our which one i wanna get next and where. i also have been thinkin about maaaaaaybe getting the female symbol on my middle finger but idk if i want a hand tattoo ya know
38: The reason I joined Tumblr
i really liked this youtuber charlieissocoollike and he did a video about tumblr so i was like ok cool and made one but then i didn’t understand it and never used it and then caitlin one day was talking about tumblr with our friends oliver and jennica and i was like dang i wanna be cool like them so i started using it again and i found their blogs and stalked em for a while
39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?
not hate but i’d never speak to him again. doubt he hates me tho
40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?
yeah from my gf
41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?
yes
42: When did I last hold hands?
today
43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?
if i’m trying to look nice 45 mins-1 hour and if i’m not trying to look nice like 20-30 mins
44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?
no but i need to lmao they a lil prickly
45: Where am I right now?
my bed and i am so happy to be here
46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?
my gf would be there 100%, if not her then i’d say my friend Stein but she’d prolly be more fucked up honestly. my friend Kate would be there too
47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?
louuuuuud unless i’m in a weird sad mood then i like it real soft
48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?
yeah but hopefully i’ll get my fucking act together and move out within a year but i’m still kinda figuring everything out for the time being
49: Am I excited for anything?
idk honestly i have nothing to look forward to coming up anytime soon so that sucks a lot. probably my best friend’s 21st which i think is in a few weeks?? and this music fest a good friend and i are going to at the end of this month
50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?
yeah my good pal Joe and also my brother and my friend Brendon too but him and i haven’t talked in a while so :/
51: How often do I wear a fake smile?
this is emo as shit
52: When was the last time I hugged someone?
today i hugged like four people!!!
53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?
i’d be so upset and i’d break up with her and be miserable for a long while after that
54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?
yeah there’s one
55: What is something I disliked about today?
uhh probably that i was feelin sick and on edge just generally all day. bc it was really puttin a damper on my mood
56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
i’d really love to meet Ellen Degeneres
57: What do I think about most?
prolly about how i am a useless dum dum and not to sound edgggyy but i question like....... my purpose too often lately
58: What’s my strangest talent?
talent? i don’t know her
59: Do I have any strange phobias?
i’m terrified of being vomited on. not vomit in general necessarily but it getting on me is one of the most disgusting things to me lol
60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
lil bit of both but i’m better at the behind the camera stuff
61: What was the last lie I told?
told my grandma i was single bc i don’t wanna tell her i am gay n have a girlfriend even though she’d forget in like two minutes lol
62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
video chatting but i’m not a big fan of either
63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
yes and yes!!!!!!!!!
64: Do I believe in magic?
no
65: Do I believe in luck?
sure
66: What’s the weather like right now?
2 hot
67: What was the last book I’ve read?
milk and honey by rupi kaur
68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?
tbh i love it
69: Do I have any nicknames?
elly, gaylord, dad, that one ginger
70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?
probably the one time i fell off my razor scooter while goin speedy down a hill and tryna show off and got scars all over my body
71: Do I spend money or save it?
been tryna save but put me in an h&m or a forever 21 or a thrift shop and it’s all gone. i love clothes that are inexpensive
72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?
no
73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?
yeah i have an empty victoria’s secret bag on my desk
74: Favorite animal?
i like bunnies and grizzly bears
75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?
talking to my gf and crying probably lol it was a rough night
76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?
oooooo i could make a petty joke here but i won’t
77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?
greek tragedy // the wombats
78: How can you win my heart?
make time for me and show me i’m important to you
79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?
“u know she dead”
80: What is my favorite word?
serendipity
82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?
i’d probably just start crying and everyone would stop listening
83: Do I have any relatives in jail?
yeah one of my cousins murdered someone lol i am pretty sure he’s in jail but i don’t know anything about him or if he’s even still alive honestly
85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
idk i’m pretty open
86: What is my current desktop picture?
some mountains lol it’s one of the Apple preset ones
87: Had sex?
yeah
88: Bought condoms?
yeah
89: Gotten pregnant?
no
90: Failed a class?
nearly but no
91:Kissed a boy?
nah i’ve never wanted to really
92: Kissed a girl?
yeah
93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?
yeah
94: Had job?
yep i work at a froyo shop
95: Left the house without my wallet?
yeah
96: Bullied someone on the internet?
probably at some point when i was young but not anytime recently
97: Had sex in public?
yeah lol
98: Played on a sports team?
i was on a soccer team for a while as a kid and i hated it
99: Smoked weed?
not yet but i’d like to try it at least one time someday
100: Did drugs?
no and i am not interested in trying any other drugs besides weed
101: Smoked cigarettes?
no
102: Drank alcohol?
yes
103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
nah
104: Been overweight?
no
105:Been underweight?
for most of my life i have been lol and i finally got to a healthy weight and now i’m back to being underweight
106: Been to a wedding?
yeah a few
107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?
yeah
108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?
yeah but not any time recently bc i don’t have the motivation/attention span to sit through a movie or TV show anymore
109: Been outside my home country?
no but i’d really like to
110: Gotten my heart broken?
yeah
111: Been to a professional sports game?
no and i was invited to one recently but i had work :(
112: Broken a bone?
no
113: Cut myself?
yeah
114: Been to prom?
yeah
115: Been in airplane?
yeah
116: Fly by helicopter?
no but i’d really like to
117: What concerts have I been to?
soooo many. i’ll try and name em. trans siberian orchestra, panic! at the disco, imagine dragons, twenty one pilots, two door cinema club, the weeknd, melanie martinez, catfish and the bottlemen, halsey, of monsters and men, walk the moon, eric clapton, paul mccartney, glass animals, a$ap rocky, drake, the chainsmokers, foo fighters, vance joy, the strumbellas, the front bottoms, kendrick lamar, the wombats, AWOLNATION, ben rector, we the kings, the ready set, the summer set ??? i think there’s some i’m forgetting but that’s most of em. i go to so many. i am also seeing saint motel, cage the elephant, weezer, passion pit, mac miller and MGMT this summer!!
118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?
yaaaaa most of my crushes have been n i’m datin a girl so
119: Learned another language?
i took four years of spanish and i’m taking another spanish class in the fall!! i was always real good at it
120: Wore make up?
yeah
121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?
no i lost it when i was 19
122: Had oral sex?
yeah
123: Dyed my hair?
nah it’s naturally red and pretty and i don’t really wanna ever dye it. i’m probably gonna dye my eyebrows tho they’re too light and i’m tired of always fillin them in
124: Voted in a presidential election?
yes this last one which was exciting until hilary lost
125: Rode in a police car?
yes
126: Had a surgery?
no
127: Met someone famous?
yes
128: Stalked someone on a social network?
not like legitimately but yeah i’ve gone through someone’s page out of curiosity before
129: Peed outside?
yeah
130: Been fishing?
yeah it’s sorta boring imo though
131: Helped with charity?
yeah i helped my mom with this organization she was a part of where homeless people could come and paint and make art and i helped her at a few of their shows. it is one of my favorite organizations and i met some really beautiful people there
132: Been rejected by a crush?
yeah he liked me too but he was figuring things out and later that year came out to me as gay and then like two years later i realized i’m kinda super gay too so it all worked out in the end
133: Broken a mirror?
no
134: What do I want for birthday?
to be with people i love
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here is an about-meme-thing,,, usually i do not do these but im feelin it today and i got tagged by roomie so its like....i Gotta,,, i must Appease her
anyways,
Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better (im not going to do that because i dont know 20 people. in fact. im probably not tagging anyone tbh)
Name/Nickname: Jess (or, depending on the quantity of Jess-es in a chat, “small Jess”)
Gender: Gal pal
Star Sign: Aries
Height: 5′2 (I could be 5′3!!! I COULD STILL GROW OK)
Sexual Orientation: I’m gay. like really really gay,,,,harold im a lesbian
Hogwarts House: i have never read or watched harry potter, or bothered to figure this out. I think my friends are still arguing over gryffindor/hufflepuff tho
Favorite Color: shit man it’s hard to pick,,, i like greens and blues a lot.
Favourite Animal: four legs and fur = friend. reptiles too tho....all domestic animals and the usual Basic Ass faves like foxes and wolves...i just love them ok....i love animals they’re so good..........
Average Hours of sleep: 5-6 during school, 7-8 during Not School
Cat or dog person: I love them both deeply but if push comes to shove, dogs
Favorite Fictional Characters: literally almost any girl i can say is gay, including all of the LL cast, izetta, flip flappers, any video game i’ve played ever,,, do i need to say more thfh ((love live cast does hold an Extra special spot for me, though, i love these girls...... :’) ))
Number of blankets I sleep with: Usually two, but if I’m somewhere cold i will pile them upon myself like nobody’s business
Favorite Singer/Band: yes
Dream Trip: I’d like to go visit certain people, like online buddies, but I don’t really have travel destinations in mind. if i could just like, teleport into all my pal’s houses and play video games or watch a movie or whatever it’d be rad
Dream Job: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
When was this blog created: November 2015, I think. I made it after I put up ygtbk
Current number of followers: 559
When did your blog reach its peak?: My guess? Probably after I took a fuckton of prompt fills, just before the Muse finale came out and between that and sunshine, when everyone was desperate for content
What made you decide to make a Tumblr?: I had one before this blog, but i was feelin pretty ehhhh about it. I made this one for writing and prompt fills! and for fun bc i like me some Relatable Content
Birthday: April 18th!
Relationship status: Single and ready to achieve maximum gal pal
Siblings: Two younger siblings, one brother one sister.
Wake up time: For school i wake up around 6:00 - 6:45, depending on how late I stayed up the night before/homework completion. off of school, it fluctuates WILDLY because I’ll stay up until like 4am and sleep until noon or stay up till two and wake up at nine like...who knows my dudes....
Lemonade or sweet tea: Lemonade
Day or night: Night!
Coke or pepsi: I almost never drink soda. I remember liking coke more tho
Calls or texts: Texting, but good luck getting my reclusive ass to text first RIP
Ever met a celebrity?: I met an internet friendo, mon, once and im still 90% sure i went into cardiac arrest on the spot, tbfh i’ll count that as famous....
Smiles or eyes: I don’t know what this is asking??? both?? like if u dont have both then idk what to tell u....ppl can smile but their eyes r like MURDER or look kind of nice w their eyes but their mouth is like I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD so like....pls both at once....
Country or city: are we assuming best-case or worst-case scenario bc like....both could be cool or both could be shitty and it really depends on the town and people tbh
Last song i listened to: Funky at heart by studio killers
this is the part where I’m supposed to tag people, but idk who to tag because I know these things can get annoying fr some people....I guess if u wanna do it and you’re a mutual go wild?? yeah
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sorry for the delay my dude i havent been home today
1. name: Jenna
2. age: 20
3. 3 fears: heights, squirrels, talking to people lmao
4. 3 things i love: coffee, working out, girls
5. 4 turn ons: a good connection, good conversation, eyes, smile
6. 4 turn offs: bad listeners, no connection, nothing in common, boys
7. my best friend: Raieeee
8. sexual orientation: gay
9. my best first date: i went to my exes dorm room and we didnt really do much we just layed in bed and watched netflix and talked and enjoyed each others company and it was wholesome and innocent and perfect
10. how tall am i: 5′2
11. what do i miss: a person
12. what time was i born: i have no idea
13. favorite color: tiffany blue or seafoam green
14. do i have a crush: nope
15. favorite quote: “You miss 100% of the shots you dont take.”- Michael Scott
16. favorite place: Montauk, LI
17. favorite food: lately mozzarella sticks
18. do i use sarcasm: sometimes if im feelin moody
19. what am i listening to rn: a band called Homesafe
20. first thing i notice in a person: uhhh maybe their eyes
21. shoe size: 7
22. eye color: green
23. hair color: dark blonde? light brown?
24. favorite style of clothing: oversized ugly sweaters that were $3 on etsy or like various band merchs
25. ever done a prank call: noo
27. meaning behind my url: its a Moose Blood album
28. favorite movie: i just saw The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo and that was pretty cool
29. favorite song: right now its Houdini by nothing,nowhere.
30. favorite band: lately ive been feelin Have Mercy, but also Sorority Noise
31. How i feel right now: drained, stressed
32. someone i love: my mom, my dog
33. my current relationship status: single as hell
34. relationship with my parents: pretty decent rn but thats rare so that could change
35. favorite holiday: either christmas or easter
36. tattoos and piercings i have: lilacs, an arrow and a lotus flower; five on my ears, nipples septum and nose
37. tattoos and piercings i want: im hopefully getting a mountain tattoo soon; im good with piercings fornow but i do want to stretch my ears again
38. reason i joined tumblr: idk im gay and sad
39. do me and my last ex hate eachother: i dont hate him but idk if that feeling is mutual
40. do i ever get goodmorning/night texts: lololololol no?
41. have i ever kissed the last person i texted: nope
42. when did i last hold hands: last night my dog reached for my hand with her paw HA
43. how long does it take to get ready in the morning: not long maybe like 10 minutes
44. have you shaved your legs in the last three days: yes
45. where am i right now: bed
46. if i were drunk and cant stand whos taking care of me: raieee
47. do i like my music loud or reasonable: reasonable
48. do i live with my parents:yup
49. am i excited for anything: i get paid this week thats exciting
50. do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to: sure
51. how often do i wear a fake a smile: too often
52. when was the last time i hugged someone: today
53. what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone in front of me: i dont care lol
54. is there anyone i trust even though i should not: maybe idk
55. what is something i disliked about today: i didnt have time to work out like usual
56. if i could meet anyone on earth who woul it be: bernie sanders
57. what do i think about most: idk my mind is alwasy racing
58. whats my strangest talent: i can put my leg behind my head
59. strangest phobia: too many to list im scared of everything
60. do i prefer to be behind the camera or infront of it: behind it
61. what was the last lie i told: idk
62. do i prefer talking on the phone to chatting online: i hate any form of phone call unless im really comfortable with the person
63. do i belive in ghosts/aliens: ghosts sure but aliens nah
64. do i believe in magic: no
65. doi believe in luck: maybe
66. whats the weather right now: freezing
67. what was the last book i read: Salt by Nayyirah Waheed
68.do i like the smell of gasoline: yes honestly
69. do i have any nicknames: Jenna
70. worst injury ive ever had: nerve damage and 10 stitches in my finger
71. do i spend money or save it: spend
72. can i touch my nose with my tongue: nah
73. is there anything pink in 10 feet from me: yes my victorias secret perfume
74. favorite animals: lately hedgehogs forwhatever reason
75. what was i doing last night at 12am: probably netflix
76. what do i think satans last name is: this is such a random question
77. whats a song that always makes me happy when i hear it: its basic but riptide is a happy song
78. how can you win my heart: just do all the talking and let me sit there and listen bc i dont like to talk
79. what would i want to be written on my tombstone: here for a good time, not a long time
80. what is my favorite word: bumblefuck
81. my top 5 fav blogs on tumblr: @keepyouinmindfromtimetotime, @keepyouinmindfromtimetotime, so on and so forth (self promotion)
82. if the whole world were listening to me right now what would i say: idk not much
83. do i have relatives in jail: no
84. superpower of choice: mind reading or teleportation
85. what would be a question id be afraid to tell the truth on: oooh idk this could have multiple answers
86. current desktop picture: like marbly blue
87. had sex before: yes
88. bought condoms: noo
89. gotten pregnant: nope
90. failed a class: lmao yes
91. kissed a boy: yes
92. kissed a girl: many a times
93. kissed in the rain: yes
94. had a job: yes i am a barista
95. left the house without my wallet: yes
96. bullied someone on the internet: no its usually the other way around
97. had sex in public: uhhhh
98. played on a sports team: yup
99. smoked weed: yes
100. did drugs: nah
101. smoked cigarettes: yuup
102. drank alchol: yes im drunk whle typing this
103. am i vegetarian/vegn: used 2 b
104. been overweight: nope
105. been underweight: very
106. been to a wedding: yes
107. been on the computer for 5 straight hours: yes lmao
108. watched tv for 5 straight hours: yes lmao
109. been out of the country: no :(
110.gotten my heart broken: too many times
111. been to a professional sports game: yup
112. broken a bone: yes
113. cut myself: ya
114. been to prom: no
115. been in an airplane: yes i hate it
116. fly in a helicopter: no
117. concerts ive been to: too many to list idek
118. had a crush on someone of the same sex: yea haha
119. learned another language: i took italian in hs
120. wore make up: sometimes
121. lost my viriginity before 18: yes
122. had oral sex: sure
123. dyed my hair: yes its been blue, purple, pink, red, black all of the above
124. voted in a pres election: yes
125. rode in an ambulance: nope
126. had surgery: i dont think so maybe once when i was little
127. met someone famous: yes
128. stalked someone on social media: i mean define stalking. like ive looked through peoples instagrams?
129. peed outside: literally never
130. been fishing: yup
131. helped with charity: yes!
132. been rejected by a crush: id have to put myself out there to be rejected which i dont do so no
133. broken a mirror: too many times
134. what do i want for my birthday: uhhh idk
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