cece reyes

anonymous asked:

Mhhh yes I love your writing!! How bout young mchanzo. I'm thinking maybe Jessie and hanzo keep getting caught making out/ grinding/ general getting ready to have sex. These poor boys they keep getting cockblocked by ppl like genji, Morrison, Reyes and whoever else you like. Bonus if the ppl catching Them don't know they're together.

Turns out DayQuil + Anti depressants = 36 hours of grogginess, confusion and damn good sleep. Never doing that again…

“This way. Quickly!”

Jesse couldn’t wipe the grin off his own face as the little princeling grabbed his hand immediately after the meeting and pulled him away. Ever since Blackwatch had arrived at Shimada castle earlier that week, the two hadn’t been able to keep their eyes off of each other. Surely someone had to have clued into things by now?

Well, perhaps the issue with the Japanese omnium was proving to be a decent distraction since not a soul interrupted them as Hanzo led him to his room, shoving him against the door as soon as it was shut.

The Shimada prince tasted of the lip gloss he’d put on earlier that day, his lips shining like a beacon during the meeting. Jesse knew he’d been staring, and he knew Hanzo had noticed if the shit eating grin he currently wore was anything to go by.

“Do you like the taste, cowboy?”

“Delicious.” Jesse purrs, moving his attention to Hanzo’s neck, moaning as Hanzo pressed his thigh against his groin. “Darling, you’re killing me.”

Hanzo’s retort was cut off by a loud knock on the door. In a flurry of movement, Jesse was away from the door, diving for Hanzo’s walk in closet while Hanzo carefully checked his appearance in the mirror.

He opened the door, face a mask as he stared down Gabriel Reyes.

Hanzo gave a low bow, not moving from his place in the doorway. “Reyes-sama. How may I be of assistance?”

Reyes ignores him, looking around the room suspiciously before clearing his throat and speaking a little louder then strictly necessary. “If by chance you see Agent McCree, let him know I’m looking for him.”

Hanzo gives nothing away. “Did he not leave with you after the meeting?”

“I thought he did. Then I turned around and he was gone.”

“Should I warn the guards that you have an agent on the loose?”

“No need.” Reyes says with a shrug. “If he’s still AWOL by the time I get back to my room I’ll just shoot him on sight.”

Hanzo nods. “Please be courteous of the artwork in the vicinity of your fight.”

“I won’t get blood on anything important, Shimada, you have my word.”

The second Hanzo has the door closed, Jesse is out of the closet and giving him a hard kiss to the cheek. “Got to go! Bye sweetheart! I love you!”

Hanzo would be angrier for the ruined moment if he wasn’t too busy melting.

ESTP Females

Brona Croft from Penny Dreadful

Merida from Brave

Raven Reyes from The 100

Amy Pond from Doctor Who

Suki from Avatar: The Last Airbender

Cece from New Girl

Claire Temple from Daredevil

Buttercup from Powerpuff Girls

Big Boo from Orange is the New Black

Kyoko Sakura from Madoka Magica

Lieutenant Tasha Yar from Star Trek: The Next Generation

Jenny from The League

CeCe’s Holiday Prompt Meme - Filled Prompt #4

Prompt - Bellarke + The First Earth Thanksgiving - me (lol) & babemorley


a/n: This is so fluffy and sweet it’s gonna give you guys a toothache! We got some Bellarke, a little Ravick, something for everybody! Enjoy!

feels like home

There weren’t a lot of holidays celebrated on the Ark.

They had Unity Day, of course, but the holidays of years past were only ever learned about in Earth History. Those classes had always fascinated Clarke. She loved the idea of Christmas, with its decorated trees and sparkly lights. The thought of snow made her practically giddy as a child and even though they never once put up a stocking or built a snowman, the holiday spirit always lived bright in her soul.

The same went for Thanksgiving. Food was somewhat of a luxury on the ark and she was intrigued at the idea that people would get together once a year with a giant feast of turkey and ham and other types of food that she could only dream about. She wondered what cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie tasted like.

In her mind she believed that it probably tasted a lot like home.

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A month of AUs - June 4

Blackwatch was never formed. So when Overwatch picked Jesse up out of Deadlock, Reyes still took him in to make a productive member of society out of him. As a son.

(Guys I just REALLY like Dad!Reyes, okay? Gen fic this time around)

Despite having wanted to come to the celebration dinner, Jesse despised how Gabriel had conned him into wearing a proper suit. Sure, he’d promised he could keep the hat he loved so much, but failed to mention hats weren’t allowed to be worn in the dinning hall. So here Jesse sat, glaring daggers up at his father figure accepting an award on stage, while trying not to choke to death from the tight tie wrapped around his throat.

He pulled on it only once more before little Fareeha grabbed his hand. “Stop that. People are staring.”

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that people weren’t staring at them because of his fidgeting.

The front table of the UN gala was a crowd of the world’s most influential faces. The President of his own home country sat a few seats down from Jesse. Between them sat Gerard Lacroix’s beautiful wife, Amelie, looking picture perfect in a designer purple gown. She was sweet, she’d taken Jesse to get a custom suit made and coo’d over his every choice.

On the other end of the table sat UN Chairman Petras’ wife and their eldest son. The British King and Queen sat a table away, with their own entourage. Fareeha’s father sat with them, her empty chair holding her coat while she sat next to Jesse in Gerard’s empty seat.

No, let the kid think the focus was on Jesse acting like a child. Let her sit in happiness while she watched her mother on stage, a beacon of elegance and poise as she accepted a new pin to the rather impressive collection on her dress blues.

“Thank you for your service.” Chairman Petras finally finished, saluting the small group of soldiers on stage: the main Overwatch strike team. The originals.

The room erupts in applause, Jesse relaxing at last when Gabriel catches his eye and grins, breaking character for only a minute.

The after party was what Jesse had been excited for, and after bidding Fareeha and Ana Amari a goodnight, all bets were off. He fluttered from group to group, all charm and wit as he introduced himself as Jesse McCree-Reyes, son of Overwatch’s second in command. Very few people knew he’d been picked up out of a gang at the age of 17. Most people didn’t even know he existed. They believed his every word.

And his every word made them want to impress him. Within a few hours he had pocketed the personal numbers of almost every influential young adult in the room, including the crown Prince of Wales and the French President’s very interested daughter. He’d also made a list of those in the room clearly under the influence of some kind of designer drug, and made a waiter laugh long enough to slip a bug into his apron.

Gabriel didn’t want him to be an agent. Didn’t mean he stayed home and sat idly on his hands all the time. Uncle Jack taught him a thing or two when Gabriel was off on missions.

He was busy trying to figure out of the Japanese prince in attendance was high or just very drunk when a familiar hand clapped him on the back. “Yamato-sama, if you will excuse us. I must borrow my son for a few moments.”

The Prince waved them away, smartly choosing against attempting a bow in his state, and the duo made their way to a nearby hallway, the only place in the building not completely crowded. A few partygoers sat in the nearby couches, but they paid them no mind. It took all of ten seconds for Gabriel to pull an unused bug out of Jesse’s coat pocket.

“I see you’ve kept yourself entertained.”

Jesse shrugged, grinning, not the least bit concerned. “Uncle Jack bet me I couldn’t figure out who was going to be added to the UN private committee by the end of the party.”

“Right. And I take it you’ve been discrete?”

“When am I not?”

He was wearing the cowboy hat.

Gabriel chooses to remain silent as he leads Jesse to the nearby elevators. A waiting staff member holds the lift open for them and presses the main floor button. He waits for the door to close before speaking. “Russia’s Ana Volskaya was given the invitation early today. It’ll be announced when she accepts, which she probably will.”

“Aaaw. Why’d you tell me?”

“Because I want you to go back to the hotel and pack your stuff up. We got some threats from this terrorist group calling themselves Talon. They tried kidnapping Amelie early tonight and Gerard barely got to her in time. Ana and Fareeha are already on their way to the airport, and my security team should be waiting for you.”

This isn’t the first time Jesse’s had to go into protective custody because someone wanted to use one of Overwatch’s civilian family members to get to the core team. It’s still disappointing though. “Are you coming with me?”

“I’ll be meeting you at the hotel. I just need to grab Jack, flash a final photo with Petras and I’ll be on my way. Need to make things look like business as usual.”


When they reach the lobby, an armoured vehicle is waiting directly next to the main lobby doors, a group of armed men waiting. One nods to them as they near, opening the lobby door. Gabriel stops only part way through the lobby, far enough from any windows to make life difficult for any potential snipers.

Jesse doesn’t stop. “Well, I’ll go ask the guys if we can at least stop at a drive through on the way home.” Jesse makes it two steps before Gabriel grabs his arm.

“Hey. Take this seriously, won’t you?”

“I am.” He isn’t. “But come on, Gabe. These clowns already fucked up by letting you guys know they were coming. And they’d be dumber then a bag of rocks if they think of going after me. You’d burn them to the ground!”

Gabriel’s mouth twitches, but he keeps the smile down. “I’d rather not have to go on a vengeance spree in the first place, capiche?”

“Loud and clear, boss.” He shoots Gabriel a lazy salute before bouncing over to the waiting car. This time, Gabriel lets him go. He waits for the men to secure Jesse in the vehicle and pile into their own entourage.

He ignores the pit of unease in his stomach as he returns back up the elevator. The attempt on Amelie had been sub par, too easy to thwart. Sure Gerard arrived on the scene as his unconscious wife was being pulled into a car, but there were multiple witnesses who wrote down the license plates of the attacking vehicles, and the kidnappers only sent six men.

When the elevator arrived at the top floor, Jack was waiting for him. “Oh there you are. I just spoke with the security team. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Gabriel feels the blood in his veins go cold. He can’t breath.

Jack looks around the room before frowning.

“Hey, where’s Jesse?”