#when they didn’t specify that i shouldn’t add any joint accounts

[shuckstruck]

Lost out on two really good mortgage products that I had applied for due to a combination of incomplete information and then providing too much information in return. Honestly i’m devastated, these mistakes will cost me thousands

[shame-on-nyall]

It’s my party, I’ll write incoherent fics if I want to!

continuation of “Hot Milky” interlude part 3 lmao it never ends... 

The fic at ao3 until the interlude

Interlude 1

Interlude 2

1,514 words

Turning, Genji caught up to Hanzo in a few noiseless steps.  “I’ll go with you,” he whispered.

“I know the way to the kitchen.  It’s not as if you still need to eat, anyway.”

“That was all your doing, if you remember,” Genji shot back gleefully, then in a quieter voice, begged, “Please, Hanzo, let me stay with you?”

Being reminded of his past transgression with a formally worded request stacked on top, which Genji almost never used if he could get away with the casual form, Hanzo had to acquiesce.  “If you insist, then I will not stop you, Genji.”

Despite his better judgement, Hanzo even allowed Genji to hold his hand, as if they were children again, the young heir of Hanamura leading his toddler brother to the restroom in the middle of the night.  He had of course rolled his eyes and shook his head when Genji first clutched at his fingers, for the last thing he needed was to think of Genji as a baby and thus further indulge his little brother’s childish whims to the disastrous extent that resulted in his death ten years prior.  But the temptation to fall back into old habits soon overpowered any common sense, and leaning heavily onto Genji’s side, holding his bicep for support with his other hand, Hanzo could excuse their contact by affecting some lingering weakness.

Just for now, he thought, while we still can.  Beside him, Genji slowed his steps to match his pace, the metal joints of his hands curling protectively over Hanzo’s fingers.

“So, you’re sure about Jesse?”  At Hanzo’s grunt of contempt, Genji continued, “Don’t get mad, it’s just so I know what to tell him.”

“I already told him what I felt and he eventually agreed with me,” Hanzo said sharply, “so just give him back the gun with an apology and then leave immediately in silence.  There is no need for any more of your interfering.”

“Not interfering, wing-manning,” Genji corrected him.

“On account of you having slept with him before?”  Hanzo tried to not sound like this fact irritated him, it shouldn’t, for Genji was very free with his affections in the past, and Hanzo had actually been exceedingly content knowing that at least one of them would be loved by the people of their village… but to know that McCree gave up Genji to instead pursue Hanzo… seemed very backward and suspicious.  “Not that I care, I should add.”

Genji let out a noise that could only be described as somewhere equidistant between a cough and a snort and a laugh.  “Ah, no need to get jealous, anjia.  There were benefits to our friendship, which I highly recommend to you even though you think Jesse is a stinky uncultured oaf.  Just… hold your breath a lot when he kisses you.”

“Genji, tell me the truth. Why are you so invested in getting us together?  What are you getting out of this?  I don’t understand, I thought you might have wanted to live vicariously through me,” Genji giggled at that, which he frankly had every right to, “Then what is it?!” Hanzo asked helplessly under his breath.

Scratching at the back of his head, despite not actually really needing to, Genji hesitated and then said, “Well, no one in their right mind will sleep with you, and I dunno, it kinda pains me that my now incredibly attractive and no longer ugly brother will remain unfucked until his death while I, an expert on these matters, still have the power to do anything about it.”

So crude, Hanzo thought with a wince, but it seemed Genji’s personality, matured through the years by Angela and Zenyatta’s compassion, had at least developed some empathy for others, even if it seemed to be centered primarily on sexual gratification. “First of all,” he stated, “I am not a virgin.”

“What?! This is the first I’ve heard about that!”

“Secondly, I do have other choices.”

“This is the first I’ve heard about that, too!”

Now thoroughly embarrassed, but also a little proud he could surprise his brother, even if Genji was being rather insolent about it at the same time, Hanzo murmured, while admitting that he was insulting himself in the process, “I am simply asking why you think everyone here is in their right mind.”

Genji’s only response was a soft scream and something along the lines of “holy fucking shit.”

 They soon approached the kitchen, pausing at the edge of the square of golden light thrown by the fluorescent lights against the floor, wondering who could still be up this late cooking food.  It turns out Mei had glimpsed them, most likely Genji’s telltale glow, and she hurried over to the threshold, asking if they needed something she could help with.

“Hanzo was hungry,” Genji started, while at his side Hanzo shushed him and interjected with, “I do not need anything, thank you, Mei, we will be on our way now.”

“But you must still be feeling weak from your illness, Hanzo,” Mei insisted in a gently concerned tone.  “Zarya and I made plenty of food to share, we don’t want you falling sick again because you didn’t have enough to eat!  Come with me, Hanzo, we’ll get you taken care of.”  As she was saying this, she held out her arm, which Hanzo reluctantly took out of politeness, while Genji on his other arm whispered, “oh my god.”

Somewhat unusually, Genji insisted on squeezing into the same chair at the little kitchen table as Hanzo, one armored hip almost halfway on his lap, while projecting an air of watchfulness as Mei scuttled off to check on the steaming dumplings and Zarya served Hanzo a bowl of some hearty beef and vegetable stew from the pot.  Hanzo delicately refused Zarya’s attempts to serve him a sample spoonful, trying to ask why they were eating so late at night, but as he opened his mouth to inquire, she got him anyway and he had to swallow or have it all drip out.  Thankfully she also motioned towards Genji’s faceplate, who calmed down and shook his head no but thanked her and requested she save a small bowl of the liquid for him for later.

“Are they good?” Mei asked, cheeks still tinged rosy pink from when she had been tending to the dumplings on the stove, and Hanzo assured her they were delicious.  Thanking them for sharing, Hanzo dabbed at his chin with a napkin and asked the reason for them staying up so late to eat.

“Night shift,” Zarya said.

When Hanzo remained confused, Mei explained, “Oh, it seems Soldier wanted to keep watch again tonight, on account of him hearing suspicious noises last night, but Angela said he should try to get a full night’s sleep instead, so Zarya and I managed to get him to bed after promising we’ll keep watch in his place.”

“Is that so?” Hanzo murmured, trying to not look panicked at Genji’s direction.  Soldier hadn’t been sleep-walking at all; what if he heard and saw everything?  “May I ask what sort of suspicious noises?”

“He did not specify. He decided they were harmless in the end, but asked us to remain vigilant throughout the night for the next few days.”

“A wise decision.  Well, I wish you both a peaceful and uneventful shift, Mei, Zarya.  Thank you again for the meal.”  Feigning a yawn, Hanzo moved to his feet, dumping Genji out of his lap, managing to collect his bowls and spoons before Mei and Zarya could take them from him.  He quickly rinsed his dishes in the sink, slightly encumbered by Genji wrapping his arms about his waist.

“Hey, the concealer lasted all this time,” Genji observed, speaking right into his ear, causing Hanzo to almost drop the bowl he was drying.

“Genji!” he warned, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.  “Save it for later, when we are alone.  In the meantime, try to not alarm the rest of our teammates, please?  We may not be so lucky in the future.”

“I know, anija, I’ll behave… for now,” Genji said, one hand sliding away from where it threatened to cup his breast again.  

“Just for now.”  But the only thing Hanzo wanted was for Genji to do with him as he pleased, to not have to use Hana’s makeup to hide the evidence of their closeness.  To be the villainous figure Overwatch tried to make him out to be, to be the selfish one of the brothers the elders would not let him be.  To be free to make the terrible and wrong decisions McCree’s love would have saved him from. The secret desires he could never speak aloud to his brother, for fear of their safe haven crashing down around them again.  All he could do was make these silly little promises, to show that he still loved Genji, no matter what had happened, that he needed Genji’s love, even more than before.  “Let’s go.  I need to rest, and you have a cowboy to talk to.”

“Okay…”