cowboys for angels

Mexican Gold

Today was your last day of being a weapons buyer. You had taught your apprentice all she needed to know, and she had done you proud. A quick learner that oozed confidence was what you needed to replace you. However, as it was your last day, it meant it was your first day of being an actual Blackwatch agent.

Luckily it had come in time quick enough for you and Jesse to go on that bloody mission together. From studying the brief, it wasn’t too complicated; you had to travel to Dorado to take out a couple of Los Muertos members as they had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble. You, of course, have never killed anyone before. You bought in weapons. Not used them. Reyes had comforted you, saying you were supporting Jesse more than anything. That made it slightly better, but you still needed to prepare yourself for the worst. You are a part of Blackwatch after all.

You and Jesse had decided to meet in the mess hall to go over any final details before taking the dropship tomorrow to a small village outsite of Dorado.
“But what if we set up a trap here?” You emphasised, pointing at the map.
“Darlin’. That’s dumb. A doorway?”
“Yes, a doorway. What’s wrong with that?”
Jesse chuckled and sighed at the same time.
Because that is where we’re set up. I understand that y'all don’t want anybody coming in to where we are, but how’re we supposed to get out?”
You re-looked at the map, your finger still hovering over the doorway. You slammed your hand down on the map in exasperation.
Okay then, where would you put the trap?”

McCree brought his eyes up to meet yours. “I know you’re new to this.” His eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“I know. I’m trying to understand all the strategies and tactics and-”
“It’s okay, doll. Really.”
He placed his hand calmly on top of yours. You felt comforted, as his hand engulfed yours. Your shoulders relaxed; you hadn’t realised how tense they were.
“So.. where would you put them then?”
Jesse grinned, gently brushing your hand towards you so it fell onto your lap. He pointed at the back entrace of the building your gear was to be stationed in. You cocked your head.
“Really?”
“Darlin’, think ‘bout it. If they find where we’re set up, they ain’t gonna be chargin’ through the front door, are they?”
“True..”
You huffed. Annoyed that he was right.
“You’ll learn soon ‘nough.” A half smile forming on his face.
“Jesse..” You warned. He had gotten the hint plenty of times that you despised being patronised. He exaggerated rolling his eyes at you, still smiling. You tapped his hand lightly with yours, a slight frown forming on your brows.
“Okay, c'mon. Got'cha weapons set up?”
“Yes, sir.” You replied. You saw Jesse recoil slightly, cheeks tinged with pink. Amusement lit up your face. “Well I never though you would be into that.” You smirked.
Now it was his turn to frown. “Not now, (Y/N). We’re try'na work on a mission.”
“Not even trying to deny it?”
Jesse looked up at you, both hands flat on the table, you now having his undivided attention. “I can show you.” He growled.
“No, Jesse. We’re trying to work on a mission.” You stifled a chuckle. Your smile, however, faltered when you saw how dark his eyes had become. He was half standing, your positions making it so he cast a shadow from the fluorescent light in the room, towering over you.
“Now lil’ missy, are ya gonna listen or sit there gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?”
Your eyes widened. The palms in your lap became clammy as the laughter was wiped off of your face.
“I’m try'na help you. This is officially your first day in Blackwatch and you’re already attempting to take the piss outta ya superior?”
Your eyes became downcast, mouth downturned.
“Sorry, Jesse. I didn’t mean to-”
“Darlin’, look at me.”
You cautiously brought your eyes up to meet his. Your lips snarled and eyebrows creased when you were faced with a shit-eating grin.
Fuck you.”
Suddenly standing up, you pushed the bench out from underneath you. It screeched, even making Jesse flinch.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Your index finger pointed right his nose, him flicking between looking at you and going cross eyed to look at your finger. “The only reason I’m supporting you is because the head of Blackwatch asked me to.”
“Darlin’, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you ’darling’ me.”
You snatched your hand back, face the epitome of thunder.
“I’ll see you at dawn.”
You stalked out.

***

Your duffel bag had been packed with the necessities for at least three days now. You were jittery from excitement, or was it nerves? You weren’t entirely sure. It was too early for your brain to be functioning properly; you needed a coffee and you needed it now. You still had to wait for McCree to turn up at the meeting point though before slipping off.

Yesterday’s meeting left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was all that kept running over in your mind.

Was I too harsh?

No. Maybe?

Should I apologise?

Absolutely. No, wait-

He should apologise to me!

He should, but come on, will he?

“Mornin’.” A heavy thud snapped you from your internal battle. McCree’s head was tilted to one side, eyes searching your face, hand loose by his side from where he had been holding his bag.
“G'morning,” you yawned. “Look, about yesterday-”
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“I should'n'ta done what I did.”
“Tease me? Prank me?”
“I thought Reyes said you could handle me?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Don’t avoid my question’ by try'na correct my grammar.”
You threw your hands up in mock surrender.
“I can’t be doing this now.”
You hastily bent down and grasped the handles of your bag, walking down the hangar hallway.

The dropship had been prepared for your four hour flight. Everything from nourishment to take with you on the mission to cards as entertainment. Your shoes clicked on the steel ramp to the entrance of ship.
“(L/N), (Y/N).”
“Welcome, Agent (Y/N).”
“Thanks, Athena.”
Your heart fluttered at the sound of hearing 'agent’ before your name. Athena had perked you up a bit.
“McCree, Jesse.”
“Welcome, Agent McCree.”
“Cheers.”

You scanned around the interior, finding a place to store your luggage. Jesse had the same idea, coming up behind you and waiting for you to be done. His hand brushed on top of yours to stop you from closing the locker so he could place his on the bottom shelf. You tutted, and made way for one of the seats around the edge.
“Agents, please secure your seatbelts. We will be lifting off in approximately two minutes.”

You pulled a belt from above your left shoulder to lock in between your legs, the same for above your right shoulder. You then pulled down the over the shoulder restraints and clipped them in, something you would describe similar to what they used to have on rollercoasters. Jesse had of course decided to choose the seat to the left of yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him mimicking your actions.

Stop it. He’s only following the procedure to securing himself in. He isn’t copying you to annoy you.

You rested your head against the padded headreast, closing your eyes.

“Take off initiated.”

Your hands gripped the handles on the restraints. The jets started up, the ship lifting. It was such a unique feeling when your stomach dropped. You hated it.

Something warm covered your hand, the feeling making you open your eyes to look. Jesse’s hand was placed on top of yours. He could clearly see you were not used to flying in the drop ship. A small smile graced your lips. You shut your eyes again and succumbed to blissful sleep, the coffee you wanted and your spite with Jesse forgotten.

***

Coffee. The sweet smell of coffee. You opened one eye hesitantly. You saw Jesse by the makeshift kitchen station brewing a pot. A crick in your neck was sorted by cracking it; you must have slept at an awkward angle. Unclipping your harnesses, you stretched your legs.
“Mornin’ again, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
It’s high-”
Before he could finish, you had lobbed a pachimari that was by your foot, hitting him square in the face.
“Forget I asked.”
His mouth hung open slightly, shocked.
“What’s the matter? Pachimari got your tongue?” You giggled.
He tightened his lips, however, he gave himself away by the corners of his lips resisting to turn up.
“That was terrible. Have some coffee.”
You gladly accepted, grasping a mug and tilting the coffee pot to pour it.

“We clash, don’t we?”
Jesse looked up from blowing on his coffee to try and cool it.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You hummed in agreement. That was a shorter conversation regarding that subject than what you thought.
“How much longer?” You pondered, taking a sip.
“Around an hour. We’ll have to make a bit of a trek before we reach the village.”
“That’s fine.”

***

The last hour passed quickly, you and Jesse making small talk. You learnt a bit about him, nothing that everyone didn’t already know. He seemed hesitant to talk about Deadlock, or anything before he joined Overwatch. It was a change to hear it from him, rather than rumours around the base.

“Agents, please prepare for landing.” Athena’s voice echoed.

You and McCree strapped yourselves in, bracing to land. Looking out the window, you could see the crests of the waves of the ocean, with a brown, grassy edging. Clinging onto the handles, the ship landed without any problems. You couldn’t, however, see any villages nearby.

“So how long is this 'trek’?”
“Did you happen t'even so much as glance at the brief?”
“Yes..”
Jesse looked at you.
“It’s about four clicks out.”
“I have no idea what you just said.”
“Clicks. Kilometers.”
“Oh,” you paused, “Yeah, I still don’t really know how long that would take?”
“Around forty to fifty minutes.”

You unbuckled your harnesses and made your way over to pick up your bags. Hopefully the walk shouldn’t take too long.

***

After countless times of you blaming Jesse for being lost and him arguing back, you finally made it to the safehouse in the village nearby Dorado. It was perfect for setting up an inconspicuous base. Jesse had gone to set up the traps at the back door; you just had to remember to never go out that way. There was a spare room on the top floor where you would unload your equipment: laptop, hardcopy files, weapons. You had all day to scope out who you were looking for, and decided it would be best to attack under the cover of darkness.

A rental car had been prepared for you and Jesse, posing as a tourist couple here for the Festival de la Luz. Jesse thought it would be better for him to drive. You agreed as you weren’t sure if he knew if you didn’t actually know how to drive. You should probably tell him at some point.

“It’s so pretty!”
“Yeah, doll. It is.” Jesse spoke fondly.
The town was covered in lights, piñatas and streamers. You’d never been to a festival before and the sights amazed you. Jesse managed to sneak into a parking space near the centre of the town, allowing you a quick getaway should you need it. The odd thing was that there weren’t many people around. You brushed it off; it was the middle of the day and was probably too hot to be out in the glaring sun.

A loud bang brought you out of your daydream. You and Jesse exchanged looks and were on high alert. You sighed in relief as you saw it was just a market stand that had fallen over, a couple of apples rolling down the cobbled street. Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground. What you hadn’t noticed was the terrifying group of men harrassing the stall owner, waving rifles around.

Ah. That’s why there’s no people.

They were shouting at the owner in something what you assumed to be Spanish, appearing to be threatening him.

“Crawl.” Jesse whispered.
You were happy to oblige. Everyone else around had scarpered or were hiding. You had some stalls covering your position, but wood wouldn’t stop bullets. Your bare knees bumped against the cobbled lane. A pair of well polished black boots appeared in front of you, and you squeaked from surprise.

“Turistas!” The voice above you exclaimed. You made the mistake of looking up, greeted with a horrifying sight. The man’s face was covered with brightly coloured tattoos.
To be fair, he fit in with the current decor of bright colours but it still shocked you. It must have shown on your face, as the stranger released a dark chuckle.
Hermoso turista.” The man scoffed.
You sat back on your feet, still looking up at the man in shock. A strong grip on your arm made you stand to your feet, and a voice in your ear commanding you run. Your legs were wobbly, having come face to face with someone no doubt part of the gang you were sent to eradicate.

Gunshots were fired. Whether it was from Jesse or the gang, you don’t know. Twisted lanes and stairs to nowhere. The pretty town had suddenly become a nightmare to navigate. You tried to think where the car was but you were in too deep to try and remember.

“Keep running!” A southern voice shouted from behind you. You had no plans of stopping.

Unless of course you ran straight into the same stranger that scared you before. You think you had accidentally ran full circle, but you had no way of knowing as you were seeing stars from running into what seemed like a brick wall. You were spun around and your hands came up to your face defensively. A harsh grip came around your arms and torso and a hand covered your mouth.
“Shh, cariño.” A voice whispered darkly into your ear.
You were panicking. The shorts and tank top you were wearing to deflect the heat now provided absolutely no protection. You tried struggling, small whimpers escaping from you.

“Darlin’, don’t.” Jesse panted. He had one hand resting on his knee and the other hand pointed his gun at the man behind you.

Your widened eyes desperately looked at McCree, frowning as a thought flew through your head. You managed to bash your head backwards, catching the chin of the man holding you. He faltered, giving you enough time to smash your elbow into his ribs hard. He retreated his arms, trying not to double over from the sudden lack of breath. You managed to take one step before you were grabbed again and flung to the side. A sickening thud filled your ears. Your head hurt. You had connected with an actual brick wall. Your knees gave up, collapsing to the ground and your hands came up gingerly to your temple. Your eyelids managed to pry open, staring at your shaking hand that now had blood running down it.

There was a thump next to you, and McCree was on his side trying to push himself up.
“J.. Jesse..” You tried reaching towards him.

The tattooed man stepped in between you two and gave Jesse a hard kick to the ribs, even you shied back. The man now turned towards you, bending down and snatching your outstretched wrist. Pulling you up, a large hand fit snug around your throat.

Shit.

You tried kicking, but his body was just out of reach. Your breath became shallow. Your sight became blurred. You looked at McCree who was struggling to recoup, and his eyes met yours. A tear escaped the corner of your left eye. You had faced death before.

You were suddenly back on the ground. Jesse had managed to sweep kick the gang member, making both of you fall over. Voices and Spanish words flew through the air.

“C'mon, sweetheart, stay with me.” A calloused hand briefly touched your cheek before disappearing. Your body was screaming for oxygen, your head pounding. You couldnt see properly, as it was blurry and you couldn’t focus.

It’s high noon.”

Six shots rang in your ears and then there was deathly silence.

You closed your eyes, and felt your body slump. Before your head hit the ground an arm caught you.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I got you.”

A warmth you didn’t expect and suddenly you were floating, welcoming the darkness.

————–

((A/N: Sorry this took so long so write! Please excuse/let me know of any errors. The only proof reader I have is myself. Will try to update weekly. Continuation of Cowboys and Angels or can be read separately!))

Fluffy Fic Recs

Okay, all, here’s my masterlist of happy reading as promised!  Happy endings, hurt/comfort, and quality punctuation to chase the most recent cliff hanger’s blues away.  

I will add more fics later as I sift through my bookmarks, and maybe even upload a few of my own, but for now here are some of my faves just off the top of my head.  Enjoy!


1.  Have Love Will Travel.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455

This is probably my personal favorite, and probably the fandom’s most popular fic after Twist and Shout.  Perfect blend of fluff, plot, developed characters, and emotionally involving storyline.  It is multi-chapter, however, so be warned.  10/10. 

2.  Cowboys and Real Estate Angels.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/824325

Another really sweet fic, in which Dean is a rodeo star and Cas is an unhappy realtor who’s been crushing on him since his childhood.  Tugs at the heartstrings and offers up a wonderful ending.  10/10.  

3.  The Wind Goin’ Over my Hand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6387790

This one gets a bit dark, as it features allusions to past abuse:  Dean is a former bully who’s changed his ways, but is throne for a loop when he meets his past victim (Castiel) living a reclusive life as a painter.  It has some wonderful hurt/comfort, realistic portrayals of each characters’ struggles, and a happy ending.  It’s not for everyone, but it’s one of my absolute favorites, and I’ll give it a 9/10 in terms of fluffiness, and 10/10 in overall quality.

4.  Hand in Hand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9930794

This one is relatively short, but absolutely amazing.  It features touch-starved Castiel, friend-to-lover Dean, and so much cuddling.  It’s a simple premise, but it will absolutely make your heart melt with happiness, and you will absolutely cry happy tears by the time you’re through.  I’ve read it at least ten times already.  11/10.

5.  At First Sight. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4404263

In this one, Dean is a blind college professor and decorated former police officer, and Dean is the cop assigned to protect him from his recently released former enemy.  Engaging plot, lots of feels, and frequently recommended. 10/10.  

Cowboys and Angels

Credit to the late George Michael for the title.

“Are you serious.”
You blinked slowly, eyes looking up at the fluorescent lights. You had once again been thrown to the ground by your Commander, Reyes. A tan hand came into your vision and you gladly grabbed it, hoisting yourself up.
“Come on, Y/N. Look where I’m trying to attack. From what I’ve taught you you’ll then be able to defend.”
You readied your stance, one foot slightly forward, knees bent, arms in position.
“If I swing.. here-”
Your left arm moved to block the hit, a satisfying thud echoed.
“And if I swing here..”
Immediately you span your body round, dodging the next blow.
“Good.” Gabriel turned his side to you and stepped forwards, circling.
You followed him, stance still in it’s prime position and waiting for the next strike.
He span, body lowering and foot extended-
Those bloody fluorescent lights and the hard wooden floor and you were just sick of it.
“I’m done.” You stated, exasperated.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done, cariño.” He smirked.
You refused to move. Still lying on the ground, you crossed your arms and closed your eyes. A gentle nudge in your ribs made you turn on your side, curling up into yourself. Gabriel let out a deep sigh.
“Okay. Fine. We’re done.”
“Thank God.”

***

After your training session you had headed back to your room for a well needed shower. Not even through the door and you stripped off your fitted black Overwatch training vest, throwing it onto the floor. One by one you removed your trainers, socks, leggings and then sports bra before hopping into the shower and turning it up to a high heat. Steam and water poured over you, fingers running through your hair and just savouring the moment. You massaged shampoo into your locks, rinsing off dirt and grime of a hard days training. A dollop of conditioner massaged into the ends of your hair and you were ready to lather up your loofah and scrub yourself clean. A deep scrub all over your body, and you washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. Turning the shower off, you stepped out and grabbed the fluffy towels off of the radiator. One wrapped around your body and one wrapped around your hair. Trudging through to your bedroom, you flung yourself onto the bed and let out a sigh that you had been holding in.

After the last mission, Gabriel had decided it would be for the best for you to train in hand to hand combat, and for you to also move into the Watchpoint, as other agents had their own spaces there too. Saftey concerns were raised, and the contract for apartment was immediately cancelled, with bribing the landlord with a hefty sum of cash. Your room was slightly smaller than the apartment, however you enjoyed being closer to everyone. It felt safer. No more late nights walking down the streets of Gibralter.

You managed to squeeze out most of the excess water from your hair before chucking the towels on the floor and throwing on a pair of underwear and a loose top. Climbing under the covers, you rubbed your eyes and sumbitted to the darkness that was blissful sleep.

***

A rapid knocking on the door suddenly brought you out of your slumber.
“(Y/N)??”
More knocking. You threw the covers off of and stumbled to the door, glancing at your watch. Opening the door, you saw a panic-stricken McCree.
“What? I er- Jesse. It’s half three in the morning what do you wa-”
He barged past you, covering your mouth with his hand and slammed the door closed, then wrapping his robotic arm around your waist.
“Shh. Just.. shhh.”
If you were more awake you would have tried to break free, but only being woken not even a minute ago you succumbed to Jesse’s hold.
Heavy footsteps bounded down the hallway.
“Where the fuck did he go? He came down here.”
“Jesus, I mean, he could be anywhere.”
“Still on the Watchpoint though.”
A grunt from the second person and the footsteps led away from your room. You nudged Jesse in the ribs and he let go of you, taking a step back. You span around with an accusing finger pointing at him.
“Jesse bloody McCree you better explain to me right now-”
“Hey, (Y/N), don’t make me gag ya’ again.”
You stopped talking, standing still and blushing oh so slightly.
“Heh, yep. That’s what I thought.”
“What?”
He raised an eyebrow, glancing down slightly and smirked. Realisation hit and you crossed your arms over your thin shirt.
“It’s cold.” You snapped.
Of course it is.” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, chuckling. “Look, I don’t got a lotta time, but thanks for lettin’ me hide ‘n here, sweetpea.”
Your brows furrowed, cheeks warming at the nickname.
“Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
“Na, darlin’. Let’s just say some'o the other guys in Blackwatch ain’t too happy with me.”
“Oh. Is there anything I can do..?” You suggested meekly.
Jesse raised his eyebrow again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“No. Jesse, no.” You pursed your lips. “That isn’t what I meant at all. I meant help with-”
“With what, doll?
“Nevermind. You obviously only seem to have one thing on your mind at the moment.”
Jesse smirked at your comment. “Well, sugar, when all you’re wearin’ is panties and a t-shirt, y'all ain’t leavin’ much to the imagination.”
Your mouth dropped slightly, cheeks blushing a deep red. You took in a deep breath.
“Jesse. Please. It’s too early. Go back to your room.”
Jesse chuckled, put two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute and headed towards the door.
“Yes, ma'am.”
He opened the door and checked both ways down the hallway before turning his head to the side, looking over his shoulder. “Y'know, doll, I may have some competition.” He grabbed the handle and closed the door, leaving you in the middle of your room, barely dressed and barely able to comprehend what he just said.
“Sleep. That’s all I need.” You furrowed your brow and rubbed both of your eyes with your hands, taking small steps towards your bed.

***

“Sir. Really?”
Your arms are crossed and your left hip jutted out, your stance screaming attitide.
Gabriel chuckled. “What? Do you not like him?”
“I- no. It’s not that.”
Gabriel cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Oh, gatita, did he get to you?“
“He barged into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and practically straight up said he wanted to- you know..”
“Ahah. Sí. I know.”
“So.. Why me?”
“I thought you could put up with his charms.”
I can.”
“Then there shouldn’t be a problem.”
You huffed. You clearly weren’t going to get your way, and Gabriel had assigned you to a mission with Jesse McCree.

***

Along with advanced combat and weapon training, you had also been teaching a new girl about your ‘old’ job. As Gabriel had unofficially recruited you into Blackwatch, with the permission of Morrison, you had reluctantly decided that it would be best to pass on your role to someone who could tackle it full time. It was difficult, as you loved your job, but you couldn’t pass the opportunity to progress even higher into Overwatch. You had to teach the newbie all that you could before you were sent out on your mission with McCree.
“You need to negotiate settlement terms, such as an ongoing discount with them or a discount if we pay early. Be creative; try and get some free shurikens thrown in if you can.”
The girl nodded, furiously taking notes on her holopad. It wasn’t often you had to deal with a new supplier, as in this business trade was loyal. However, one company may go down every now and then and you need to do research on finding a suitable replacement.

You looked over the girls notes, deeming them acceptable enough to make enough sense should she need to refer back.
“You’ve done well today. Go home, get some rest as we get onto actual buying tomorrow.”
She nodded, thanking you and packing up her belongings. You waited for her to leave the office before powering down the holopads and stretching. It’s been a long day.
Quickly tidying the desk to make it look presentable, you decided to head out towards the break room to grab a bottle of water. Pushing the door open, you looked around. You were slightly surprised that no one was in here, even considering how late it was. Usually people were milling around for late night snacks or socialising. One foot in the door and something cold touched the back of your neck. You instinctively raised both your hands, heart pounding.
Reach for the sky.
You immediately dropped your hands.
“For fuck sake, McCree. Can you not?”
You carried on walking over to the vending machine to grab a bottle.
“I have enough on my fucking plate as it is, I don’t need to be threat-”
“(Y/N). Stop. Was just a joke.”
“Yeah, well, it was one of your funnier ones.”
“Darlin’, that was cold.”
You turned around to face him, water bottle in hand. He was standing there with his stupid cowboy hat in his hands, eyes wide. You actually felt a bit of remorse.
“Sorry.. Jesse..”
“No, doll, it was my bad. I know you been jugglin’ things and I shouldn’t'a done that. I guess I’ll jus’.. Walk away..” Smiling slightly.
Don’t let his sarcasm get to you.
You pointedly stop and stare at him with a bored look on your face. He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his lips turning up slightly showing his teeth.
“I can’t work with you if you’re going to act like that.”
“Like what, sweetpea?” Amusement laced his southern drawl.
“Like, this.” You gestured generally in his direction, clearly exasperated.
He was still smirking, but his eyebrow raised in slight confusion.
“You don’t like me?”
“No. Yes. I don’t-”
McCree chuckled. “Y'ain’t the first to get flustered around me, doll.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“What’s with the red cheeks then?”
You blinked and took in a deep breath. “This is supposed to be a strictly professional relationship and you go around barging into my room at stupid o'clock in the morning and then getting a laugh out of making me nearly shit myself.”
“Am I not allowed to have a lil’ fun?”
“Yes, but-”
“But what?”
People need to stop interrupting you, you thought. A small, impatient growl released from your throat and you went to storm past him. It seems he didn’t want you to, a tanned muscular arm blocking your path.
Move.”
McCree let out another deep chuckle.
“Nope. Y'all ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til you tell me.”
You glanced down to your water bottle in your right hand. Thinking quick, you raised it above your head as though ready to strike him-
He was faster. Jesse caught your wrist with his robotic hand, you dropping your bottle in surprise. He then crouched slightly, catching you off guard and all of a sudden you’re over his shoulder with your bottle forgotten on the floor.
“JESSE MCCREE.”
“Hmm?”
“Put me down this instant .” You wiggled your legs, simultaneously attempting to whack him on the back in the hopes that he’d put you back on solid ground. He was incredibly amused. Jesse’s toned arm was wrapped around the backs of your thighs to stop you from falling, dangerously close to your bottom. You squirmed some more; you weren’t going to make this easy for him.

He started walking out of the mess hall, whistling a tune. You huffed. All you could see was where you came from and it seemed he had no aim in sight as to where you would end up. He took a couple of turns, when he stopped suddenly.
“Sir.”
“McCree. What are you doing?”
You recognised the voice as Gabriel’s and you perked up.
“TellhimtoputmedownPLEASE.” You exclaimed, frantically trying to release yourself from his grasp. All you heard was a small snort coming from the Blackwatch commander.
“Carry on.”
Whatever looks were exchanged between them, you didn’t know. However, you made sure to give Gabriel a good thump on the arm as McCree casually walked past him.
“You betrayed me.”
“Cariño, I would never betray you.” A hint of humour in his voice. “Trust him.” He stood in the hallway with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly looking at you. One corner of his mouth was pulled up, a half smile forming.
You let out another huff, accepting you had to go wherever McCree took you. He took you round another corner and you recognised it as the corridor where your room was.
“What’s the code to your room?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
You thought he’d put you down here so you could put it in. Nope. Jesse turned around so you were in front of your door, keypad just high enough to enter the code. Your brows cross in defeat.
“It’s open.”
He spins around again, too quickly that some of your hair gets caught in your mouth. You manage the catch the door and slam it when he crosses the threshold. Only now does he tenderly lower you down so you’re back on your feet. One look at him and you close your eyes slowly, turning to walk to your bedroom.
“Wait.”
You turn on your heels, snapping your eyes open and looking at him expectantly.
You’re welcome.
“For what?” You asked flatly.
“Carryin’ you back to your room. You looked mighty tired back there ‘nd thought I could help.”
“Right.”
Wait.”
You brought your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. He stalks over to you, lifting his human hand to your face. Eyes widen and you flinch slightly, lowering your hand. He only brushed some of your hair that was still caught on your lips.
“There.”
His hand lingered for a few seconds more than what should have been appropriate; fingers ghosting over your cheek. Your eyelids fluttered, not used to the gentle contact.
“I knew it.”
Once again your eyes shot open, looking into his.
“You can’t resist me.”
“You just touched me in a way that I haven’t been touched in a while is all.” You spat out, swatting his hand away.
“Of course, darlin’.” A grin spreading across his face.
“Professional.”
“Always am.” He tips his head and makes his way to your door. “Lookin’ forward to working together.”
He closes the door behind him and you hear a faint whistling as he strolls away. You hate to admit it, but he was right. You were shattered from doing your full time job and training in the evenings. Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you headed towards your bed to get some well needed sleep.

Mcmercy headcanon #8

Jesse and angie both have matching tattoos.

Jesse has a tattoo of a halo with a syringe in it on the back of his hand underneath it reads in latin:

Eques tuo semper

Angie has one in the same place only it’s a revolver with Jesse’s hat behind it and underneath it, also in latin reads

Angelum tuum semper

Translations:

Jesse’s “Always your cowboy”

Angie’s “Always your angel”

The signs as anime genres

Action: Aries,Sagittarius

Originally posted by zrgaa

Horror: Scorpio,Aquarius

Originally posted by hai-ikimasu

Sports: Virgo,Capricorn

Originally posted by rapidrouge

Romance: Taurus,Cancer

Originally posted by mangablogger2001

Comdedy: Gemini,Leo

Originally posted by anime-angel-lover

Magic: Libra,Pisces

Originally posted by farronheit