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✮ SHOTGUN

my muses reaction to yours- || open

✮ = stargazing 

       Jesse felt Genji’s parted lips hover just above his own, warm without contact, breath against skin.  He kept them both waiting, the smoke rested heavy against his own tongue, and his breath held- lack of air used as a judgement of time. He felt Genji shift above him, subtle and closer, straddled but not quite sitting, and he moved in response, resting a hand on hip, movement smooth and easy and right. He felt the seconds tick by in his heartbeat.

      “Jesse.” The tone was chiding, almost impatient, and all too knowing that this was nothing more than teasing on the outlaw’s part. He held back a chuckle, couldn’t risk smoke escaping, but could not help but grin in response.

       And who was he to keep Genji from what he wanted. His right hand cupped Genji’s cheek, pulling him back close, and eased his jaw back open with a gentle urging of his thumb against scarred bottom lip. He felt the cyborg lean back into the movements, tip his head into the rough of Jesse’s palm as he angled himself. Jesse felt lips brush his own before he opened his mouth and breathed. Out, slow, steady. He could not feel Genji breathe in so much as see it, the way the smoke funneled between them, only the smallest wisps escaping from between them and towards the night skies above. 

       A satisfied hum came from the other, and Jesse could’ve sworn nothing sounded better. Then Genji shifted again, sliding off Jesse and back at his side, opening his mouth and exhaling with a soft sigh. The space in front of Jesse felt empty and cold, but he didn’t protest as he felt fingers intertwine with his own. The two watched as the smoke touched the night sky stars far above their heads, coil into nothing and fade away.

       Jesse brushed his thumb over the back of Genji’s hand, and reached, pulling Genji back in for another shared breath before he returned his cigar back between his own lips. He figured he looked just about as satisfied as Genji had sounded.

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❛ There is a look in your eyes, I know just what that means. ❜

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     He did not deserve this.

     The way the other looked at him when they were alone in Jesse’s room, door locked and masks off (physical and otherwise). The way Genji’s hand in his hair felt calming and how the other’s weight on his chest was solid, something that rooted them both in place. To kiss the other, feel scarred lips against his own, was an act that, if Jesse was a man of god, would’ve been compared to a glimpse of paradise.

      Jesse had done much too wrong to deserve a chance at heaven.

     He awoke with a snuffle against a slit of light that peeked past blinds and trained directly over his eyes. Jesse hadn’t even had the time to regain some semblance of control over his arm, enough to raise it to block the light, before he felt Genji press his forehead against his own. Thankfully, the other also blocked out that damned sunlight. Jesse dropped his hand, let it land on the small of the other’s back, let his fingers seek out the grooves of synthetic muscle and trail between ridges, and the two of them laid like that for a long while.

       “お早う, Jesse.”

      The slightest hint of amusement could be heard in the other’s voice, and Jesse paused, a frown on his features as he hesitantly opened an eye, squinting and adjusting to the light. Of course, Genji took up a majority of his sight, but Jesse sure as hell wasn’t one to complain about that.

      “Mornin’, sugar.”

        The reply was accompanied with a yawn that closed his eyes once more. This was routine- comfortable and preferred over any other option. He felt Genji lower his head, tuck it against his chest and under his chin. Jesse hummed in response, adjusting his head to accommodate, and the two stilled once more. Jesse felt his chest rise and fall in time with Genji’s own, syncing as time passed.

      “Bettin’ we’re already late for breakfast,” Jesse mused, sliding his arm back off the other. The sun had moved off his eyes at this point. Genji lifted his head.

       The look he gave was one Jesse knew far too well. A plea for more time spent with each other- exchanged between them far so many times that words were no longer needed. Jesse wanted to sink into bed, give in, continue to feel the other. Instead, he felt himself hesitate for a moment, something darkening in his gaze before he turned away, quickly and before he’d let it fully form. The clock was a good excuse.

        He did not deserve this.

       Genji’s grip tightened around his middle, “I know that look, Jesse.”

       And that was all that needed to be said. A reminder of past conversations. To reassess. Each other’s value to another talked over time and time again. A reassurance in it’s own. Another quiet moment passed. And then Jesse let himself relax back down, press a kiss to whatever was nearest. He felt Genji settle back too, loosen his grip back into something natural, tuck his head back in. Jesse felt lips against his collar bone.

        Jesse was a stubborn man. He did not deserve this. But for once he decided he’d let himself indulge until this peek of heaven was finally rightfully ripped away. 

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DRAGS HIM INTO A HEADLOCK AND STARTS CLEARING HIS THROAT TO SPIT

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enamor or nurse me 👀👀👀 b/c not everything is angst i swea r

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      Jesse audibly yawned, stretching his arms above his head as he gripped metal hand with flesh. He felt his arm brush his hat, tilting it backwards and almost off his head, and as he broke his lock on his own hands, he reached his right arm to readjust his hat back into place. With his left, though, he draped it across and to the side. Conveniently, this is where Genji’s shoulders happened to be, and the act was not lost on the cyborg.

       Smooth.

       He felt Genji’s attention shift away from the movie and to himself- and Jesse did not need an expression to read to know that the look was incredulous. He felt his own smile grow in response, raising an eyebrow as he brought his own gaze away from the screen, meeting the sight of Genji’s visor evenly- cheekily, actually. As if challenging the cyborg to question if he really had pulled this stunt. 

        No word was uttered, though, just a sigh, and Genji turned his gaze back towards the screen. Jesse did as well, and felt the other, despite his silent disapproval moments before, lean into the touch and press against Jesse’s side. A few quiet moments passed, before Jesse, not taking his eyes off the screen tilted his head towards the other, hat shifting off-kilter against a fin of Genji’s visor as he nuzzled in, then pressed lazy kisses to metal cheek. Not so much an initiation of anything rather than an expression of affection- and, frankly, a tease.

      “Jesse.” His tone was scolding, almost. Jesse ignored it, and continued his pecks.

      “Hmm?”

      “This movie was your idea.”

      There was a moments hesitation, though it could’ve also simply been Jesse buying time for another kiss before he spoke, “Sayin’ I’m distractin’?”

      “...You’re certainly not subtle.”

      Jesse paused, then grinned, pulling his lips away from the side of the other’s helmet to give Genji a good look. Though he could not see expression, he could certainly imagine the look on the other’s face thanks to the tone in his voice, and he was rather proud of that.

        He leaned forward once more, more fully this time, to press a kiss to where the mouth of his face-plate would be- the movement as natural and as well placed as though he could see where Genji’s lips were beneath the mask, “Ain’t tryna be.”

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dear genji,

letter to the following || open

Genji,

    Gotta be the sixth time I’ve tried to write this. Was told it would be easier, or at least more honest than face to face. Ain’t easier, but I suppose I could try for the latter. You deserve that much.

      Know I went and fucked it all up. Hell of a lot. Appreciate that you’re… trying. I don’t deserve second chances, especially from you. But here you are, eh? Meditation ‘n shit. Nasty tea. Hell, even the breakfasts together. Lots of new things, but a lot of it feels like the same stuff from way back too. Less reckless though. Moving forward, for both of us.

      Been in a hell of a rut for a while. In retrospect, knowing that this can be fixed, we’re both trying, maybe I’m a bit glad you slapped me around the head. Nobody else has.

      Lo siento. Me alegro de que hayas vuelto.

-Jesse

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❤

random complements || open!

@hanmura​ | @ornnic​

TALI.

tali….tali. you know i have to take every possible opportunity to complement u that i can.

i love all the thought and detail u put into ur characters. ur genji is so…….. breaths in. i dont have words honestly. i just. He Is Genji. This is Genji. The Genji whom i Adore and its like u took the character out of the game and let him do his thing. This is him. u put so much attention to detail and remain so…amazingly ic and ur so. idk every little thing u do breathes life into him and i cant help but want to see More.

and im so excited to see more of amazon too… i dont know Much Yet but i LOVE…LOVE HIS DESIGN, and his story and i cant wait for jesse and him to interact and i KNOW he’ll be amazing im so excited 2 interact w u on Another Front and see that Creativity elsewhere!!!!!

i love chatting w u ooc on skype and sharing hc’s and just…talking about our babes or sending memes or Whatever like idk. u r! a good friend. so relax and chill to talk to and honestly like listen…. ur so cool i was tbh so intimidated by u at first but im so. blows kisses. u r Me Gengy.

also genji is one of my mains entirely because you convinced me to Care about him. i didnt care before but now i just..sobs…care so much. i Care So Much about this robot boy and ur interp of him.

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"I should have been there."

examine my muses scars || open

      Fingers that were cool to the touch traced just below Jesse’s collarbone, in the divot of soft flesh between shoulder and ribs. The touch was careful and barely there, as though pressing into the deep scars left from bullet wounds would reopen them. They were new, but the skin had long pulled itself back together- the scars were in danger of nothing aside aching. Plenty of Jesse ached already. And so he watched movements with an expression that gave away nothing, and didn’t dare to move to prop himself up upright among pillows for fear that it’d scare the touch away. Jesse couldn’t bring himself to reply- not yet. He wasn’t sure how to.

     Brown eyes shifted from hand to unmasked face, and drunk in Genji’s expression (a habit he got into whenever he experienced the privilege of these moments, where the other man’s trust was placed in him). The other was trying to mask expression as much as Jesse was, remain neutral despite his words, that much was obvious, but Jesse knew what to pick up on. The slight crinkle in Genji’s brow and tug at his lips- the beginnings of a frown. Worried as much as it was guilty. The feeling was unfounded. Scars happened. Jesse did not blame him. There was nothing to blame him for.

      Jesse knew the reasoning behind the statement perfectly well. The memory was still fresh- it was chaos, yes, but Jesse was woefully aware that the other had disappeared from his side in a fight. Unintentional- he’d known that even then. Missteps, openings, they happened, and when they did they were taken advantage of. Separation was inevitable at some point or another. Jesse’s own visual search for the Cyborg- an attempt to make sure he was still standing- was a distraction at the expense of taking a shot to the shoulder.

     A sigh parted Jesse’s lips, and he lifted his hand from where it rested on his stomach, reaching to touch Genji’s face. He lightly pressed his calloused palm against the scarred flesh of the cyborg’s cheek, thumb tracing the line of the smaller man’s cheekbone. He felt the other tilt his head slightly into the gesture, before he removed his hand once more, bringing it towards his shoulder instead. He slid his hand, open palmed, over the top of Genji’s still delicately positioned over fresh scars, and closed his fingers around it, gentle and a gesture of comfort. There was another quiet pause that lasted a moment before Jesse brought his arm down, pulling Genji’s with it, away from the scars, resting both of their hands on the middle of his chest instead. Jesse deemed it safely away from the place of continued worry, and it appeared to have worked, enough so that Genji’s gaze itself had left the old wound, attention caught to where both of their touch was now re-positioned. Then his eyes lifted, making eye contact which Jesse held.

       “You know,” Jesse started, wetting his lips as he did a final mulling over of words. He felt his expression soften, and did not bother to hold it, “Reckon I got plenty more scars I need to get before we’re even enough that yer allowed to start fussin’ over them.”

      Jesse tilted his head back further into the pillows, wiggling in his spot as though he was trying to find a position more comfortable (he was already plenty), “Line of work leads to scars, Genji. Mistakes. This one ain’t yours.”