jess was the one that got away :(

Okay. This comic is great because it shows a lot of ups and downs for various characters, but naturally I’m going to hone in on McCree:

(Not to ignore Sombra being there; I’m fucking thrilled Reaper’s new star student is tailing his old one).

But. Let’s just talk about Jesse. Obviously we’re getting the most hamfisted visual cue imaginable that McCree is sad. The dude’s alone in a bar on Christmas, black-out drunk. Not generally how people spend their holiday.

Fanon has collectively painted McCree as an easy-going doofus, but if you think about it he has to be one of the most miserable, down-trodden heroes in the Overwatch setting. By the age of eighteen all of his major life choices were decided for him. From his conscription to just a few years before Overwatch collapsed his entire existence was Blackwatch. In ten+ years he didn’t venture beyond that. Being a Blackwatch agent was all he ever amounted to, and it was the only good he’d ever accomplished. It was his home and his family. It was the cornerstone of his entire identity. Through it, he thought he’d made up for the mistakes of his adolescence.

Turns out that even his “redemption” was rotten. Anything positive he ever did was washed under the tidal wave of public condemnation for all the wrongs, the manipulations, and the secrets. He can’t even look back on the years he spent atoning with Overwatch and feel proud of it, because everywhere he goes the debate still is whether or not the U.N.’s peacekeeping force was ever anything but a means for the corrupt to hold power. If they’re right, what is Jesse McCree but a man who’s never done anything but fire his gun for the bad guys?

The worst part is McCree is stuck in purgatory. Responsibly, he can’t answer Winston’s recall. This new incarnation of Overwatch is going to have a hard enough time overcoming global criticism and the failures of their predecessors – failings like those of McCree himself. If they want to win back public support then they can’t afford to be taking in wanted fugitives, least of all the former protege of Gabriel Reyes. The best thing McCree can do for them is stay the fuck away. In the meantime he’s got nothing going on save for thwarting occasional robberies and the odd train rescue here and there. He’s got no one he can count on without dragging them into his troubles with the law. There’s nowhere for him to rest his head. He doesn’t even have an identity beyond a “not good, not bad” mercenary who’s simply adrift. 

So here we have one Jesse McCree, drinking himself stupid on Christmas because he’s fucking lonely and he can’t go home. 

Night Moves (Part 4)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: This one was a fast write but tons of fun to come up with!…


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anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.

((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))

“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”

You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.

Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.

Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.

***

“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.

You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..

“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.

Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.

“That’s.. fine.”
 You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.

“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.

“There are… Complications.”
“Such as?”

Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.

“Deadlock.”
“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”

Your shoulders tensed slightly.

“Being followed..?”
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”

You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.

“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.

You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.

“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”

You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.

You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.

“I love you, Jesse McCree.”

He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

***

The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.

Knock. Knock.

You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.

You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.

“May I help you, at all?”

“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.

“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”

Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.

“Your fiancé?”

You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.

You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.

“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.

“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”

The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.

“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”

They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.

This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.

They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.

Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.

“Checkmate, princess.”

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.

Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.

“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.

“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.

A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.

“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.

Everything went black.

***

“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”

Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.

He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.

He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.

Oh no.

“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”

He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.

Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.

Well, shit.

He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.

“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”

***

Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.

Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.

“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.

The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.

He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.

“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”

He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.

“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”

You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.

Answer me.”

You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.

“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”

He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.

A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.

“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”

You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.

Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.

“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”

Your eyes widened.

“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”

You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?

The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“  He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”

You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.

***

“Jesse, you need to calm-”
I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”

Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.

“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”

***

You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.

Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.

They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.

The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.

“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”

You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.

“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.

“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.

He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.

You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.

“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.

He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.

An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.

“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.

“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”

Jesse.

You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.

“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”

“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.

“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”

You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.

“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”

Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.

“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”

You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.

***

“(Y/N)?”

You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.

“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”

You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.

“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”

You frowned at this.

“No, Jesse-”
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.

You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.

“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.

“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”

“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”

Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.

“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”

He nodded.

“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”

You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.

“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

A strong woman.

Pairing : Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Word count : 2,754
Author : Mel
Warnings : AU-ish. Someone dies.



You smiled up at the screen. “It’s a boy.” The ultrasound tech informed you.

You grinned and turned to the blond next to you. “A boy.” You teared up, and so did she. “Jess, I’m giving Dean a son.”

“Look at him.. Oh god. Don’t make me cry, I’m next.” She chuckled.

After getting cleaned up, and off the chair, it was Jess’s turn. You took your pictures and smiled down at them as the tech took measurements and checked vitals. When it came time to find out, you looked up at Jess with a smile, then at the screen. “Ready to find out?” She nodded to the tech. You both had wanted boys, wanted them to grow up together, and close. Jess bit her lip and waited. “It’s a girl.”

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emotionalmorphine  asked:

More dragon nonsense! One of the dragons becomes enamoured with Jesse and starts following him everywhere -EVERYWHERE. It's starting to become a little exasperating because a guy needs time to himself, yeah? But it looks at him with those adoring eyes and wants to cuddle with him at night and he just can't say no to that. Hanzo looks grumpy about it but never mentions it until Jesse finally asks and Hanzo explains the dragons represent the duality of his personality. And that one loves Jesse.

(I’ve gone for the fanon dragon names!)

Jesse initially didn’t have any objections when Udon started following him around.

He had quite the fondness for Hanzo’s dragons, often watching Hanzo sitting on the couch with Udon and Soba wrapped around him like giant long cats, bellies in the air for a scratch, whiskered faces resting against Hanzo’s. He’d tried to get close once or twice, but Soba invariably hissed at him and Hanzo would chuckle, warning him away until they got used to him.

Well, it seemed that Udon was certainly used to him. Jesse woke up one morning to find a gently snoring blue dragon in bed with him, surprisingly warm and firm for a spectral beast. He tentatively reached down and scratched his ears, and Udon woke slowly, stretched, and purred.

It was fucking adorable, and Jesse quickly grabbed his phone to send a photo to Hana and Lucio.

Having a spectral dragon in your bed was one thing. Having the damned thing follow you everywhere was quite another. It didn’t take long before Jesse started to become a little exasperated with the entire situation. Going to the bathroom, for example, was something a fellow needed to do on his own, without a long blue cat wrapped around him like a scarf. But whenever he closed the door, Udon would whine and scratch until he realised he could just turn spectral and come in anyway.

It was hard to say no to such a beautiful creature, though. Udon seemed to know his moods, and whenever he sensed Jesse getting riled up, he turned his big eyes on him and purred quietly, and Jesse sighed.

Hanzo seemed to be somewhat put out by the entire thing. Jesse noticed him glaring across the room at him one morning as he stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, Udon stretched around him and nuzzling his neck.

“I didn’t mean to poach your dragon, darlin’,” Jesse said carefully. He didn’t want to ruin his budding relationship with Hanzo, but it wasn’t his fault Udon had latched onto him so.

Hanzo sighed and ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. Soba rubbed his face against Hanzo’s, letting out an inquisitive chirp. “You did not poach him,” Hanzo said tiredly. “He is driven by instinct, and no small measure of that comes from me.” Hanzo cleared his throat uncomfortably, glancing away, and Jesse dried his hands and came to sit next to him. He shyly slipped one hand into Hanzo’s, rubbing a thumb over the back of his hand, and Hanzo relaxed a little.

“So he’s latched onto me because–” Jesse prompted.

“The dragons embody aspects of my personality. Soba – “ Hanzo scratched him under the chin, and he purred – “is more easily angered because that is the part of me that he senses most. Whereas Udon –”

“Yeah?” Jesse said encouragingly when Hanzo fell silent.

Hanzo turned slightly towards Jesse, angling his body so he could lean his head against Jesse’s shoulder. Udon chirped in excitement, purring in Jesse’s ear and sliding over so he was curled around both of them. “Udon senses those I care for deeply.”

Jesse’s heart skipped a beat, and he tilted Hanzo’s face up. “I’ll thank him later,” he murmured, and gently kissed him.

Udon wriggled in joy, and even Soba started purring again.


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Supercorp: Kara comes home to see Lena and their toddler in a makeshift fort.

Kara landed softly on the balcony that Lena had insisted be installed when they moved into their new house; it was out of sight and meant that Kara didn’t have to worry about being seen when Supergirl was needed.

She entered the hallway, unclipping her cape as she walked towards the bedroom. Kara hung it up; there had been too many discussions with Lena about just leaving her cape pooled on the floor, she quickly changed and headed towards the kitchen where her nose was telling her Lena had been baking cookies.

With three cookies in her mouth and two more stashed in her pocket for later, Kara wandered towards the living room where she knew she would find her wife and daughter. What she didn’t expect was to see an expertly made fort taking up the majority of the room; chairs had been carefully stacked upon tables and what Kara estimated was the entirely of their linen collection was hung, tied and secured in place.

‘Someone’s been busy!’ Kara smiled as she surveyed what could only be her wife’s handiwork.

She heard a giggle from inside the fort and her heart melted. Suddenly a head popped up through the middle and Lena beamed as she saw Kara. She was dressed in one of Kara’s checked shirts, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun.

‘Jess wanted to build a fort…’ Lena explained waving her hands around.

‘Mommy helped meeeee!’ a little voice yelled from inside.

‘Hey Munchkin!’ Kara giggled, ‘can I come in the fort?’

‘Password!’ was the yelled response. ‘No helping’ Jess added pointedly, looking at Lena.

Lena looked down at the little four year old who was standing with hands on her hips and chuckled; it was amazing at times how much she mirrored Kara in her stance, but the attitude; she was becoming more and more like her namesake everyday.

Lena remembered confronting her secretary, her friend, after she realised how many ‘accidental’ dinners with Kara Jess had sent them on, finally forcing them to admit their feelings for each other. Jess had chuckled, for a genius it took you a long time to realise love was right in front of you, which had caused Lena to laugh loudly. She had brushed off any thanks Lena had tried to bestow on her and jokingly told her they could name their first child after her… and so they had.

‘Cookie!’ Kara yelled out as she pulled out one of the cookies from her pocket.

There was a slight giggle as one side of the fort wobbled slightly.

‘OK, not cookie… How about Hippopotamus!’ Kara tried, thinking about the book Jess was currently obsessed with, demanding it be read every night.

‘Nope!’

Kara looked at Lena, utterly unsure of what the brilliant mind of their daughter had come up with. Lena grinned and subtly brushed her hand over her chest.

‘Supergirl!’ Kara smiled as she realised the hint her wife was giving her.

‘Yes!’ Jess squealed, ‘you can come in!’

Kara floated over the arm of the sofa to where the entrance seemed to be, before crawling in to finally see her daughter. Jess met her at the doorway and excitedly pulled her through, pointing out the various ‘sections’ to the fort. There was an area for colouring in, one corner had most of the cushions from the sofa and a small collection of books and the small chess set Lena had brought from her penthouse was also set up.

‘It’s nearly your bedtime Jess’ Lena said softly, knowing the argument that was about to occur.

True to form, Jess pouted, the spitting image of Kara.

‘How about we read a book in here, then you can go up?’ Lena suggested.

Jess nodded and reached over to pick up her favourite book;  Hugo the Hippopotamus and snuggled in between her mothers, helping to turn the pages and giggling at the various voices they made.

When Kara closed the book, Jess immediately reached for another, deciding to try and push her luck.

‘Jessica Alexandra Luthor’ Lena called out pointedly, ‘we had a deal.’

Jess scrunched her nose up at hearing her full name and opened her mouth to protest.

‘Uh huh’ Kara interjected, ‘up to bed, come on.’

Jess sighed but made her way out of the fort, taking her book with her. Her mothers followed, bringing the rest of her belongings.

‘I’ll tidy up down here, you make sure she actually goes to sleep…’ Lena chuckled at Kara, knowing their daughter had a habit of pretending to sleep.

Kara scooped up Jess and carried the squealing toddler upstairs.

Lena sighed in contentment as she tidied away the chess set and colouring in books at the domestic life she never thought she would end up with. She found herself wondering at times if it was all real; Kara as her wife and their beautiful daughter,  it was something she never imagined happening because of her last name. The name Kara had insisted on taking when they got married;

You’ve worked too hard to turn the Luthor name into one recognised for good.

Your last name doesn’t define who you are.

Lena Luthor is who I fell in love with; I love you because of it, not in spite of it.

A Super and a Luthor; it has to be one of the greatest love stories ever told.

Lena was brought out of her musings by the sound of her wife coming down the stairs.

‘She’s asleep, actually asleep’ Kara clarified, ‘I’m going to grab us a drink’ she smiled as she headed back towards the kitchen.

Lena chuckled; it was obvious Kara was making another cookie stop. She leaned over the back of the sofa to switch on the fairy lights she had hung in the fort earlier, before turning off the main lights in the living room. She quickly slid off her jeans and crawled back into the fort to rearrange the pillows to lay down on, letting her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through it a few times.

‘Password!’ Lena playfully called out as she saw Kara approach the fort by the shadow on the sheets.

‘Supergirl’ Kara chuckled.

‘Uh huh’ Lena teased, ‘that was for the family fun fort earlier; this fort is strictly adults only…’

Kara stuck her head in the entrance, her breath hitching in her throat as she caught sight of her wife illuminated by the twinkling lights, clad only in her shirt and knickers.

‘You’re beautiful’ Kara husked out, slightly in awe.

‘Close enough’ Lena purred as Kara made her way towards her.

Kara crawled until her lips were millimetres from Lena; only closing the gap when she heard the spike in Lena’s heart rate.

Giant: Ch. 5

When you leave someone
Their love lingers on,
Like a fresh wound
With no one to love.

The paper stared at her, refusing to blink. Lena knit her fingers together and rested her cheek on them as she lingered over the words that sat there. She blew air threw her lips and prepared herself to finally read her father’s words.

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Otayuri Getting Jealous

•Both Yuri and Otabek are extremely jealous in their relationship

•Yuri doesn’t even try to conceal his jealousy, while Otabek is more subtle about it

•If Otabek is talking to someone and Yuri gets jealous, he’ll get extremely possessive and walk over, put his arm around Beka’s waist, and sometimes in extreme cases go so far as to practically yell “BACK OFF, HES M I N E”

•If Otabek gets jealous of Yuri talking to someone, he’ll walk over seemingly calm and uninterested and put his arm around Yuri’s waist, and will lowkey give the other person a death glare until they leave

•Yuri never realizes this until one day this happens and he turns to face Otabek to get his opinion on what him and the other person are discussing and just sees Beka shooting daggers at the other person

•He straight up dies like “THATS MY BOYFRIEND?? AND HES SO PROTECTIVE OF ME??? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS??”

•Whenever Beka gets jealous he’ll kiss Yura while they’re walking away afterwards like “you’re mine” and (not so) subtly makes sure the other person sees

•One time they got ambushed by a bunch of Yuri’s Angels on a date and some of the Angels got a little /too/ touchy with Yura so Beka kissed him in front of all the Angels just so they would back off

•Yura nearly passed out he was blushing so much

•Pictures of said kiss ended up on every Angels’ fan account by the end of the day

-Mod Jess

My Mistake Chapter 1

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Jessica), mention of AJ x Charlotte

Rating: General

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jessica, a stylist for WWE, has a special friendship with AJ Styles, spending most of her time with him. But after the Superstar Shake-up and Charlotte coming to Smackdown, Jessica’s relationship with AJ changes drastically. And Jessica is not sure she can handle these changes. 

Inspiration: “It’s my mistake for not making you love me more. It’s my mistake for loving you more than you love me. I did not make you love me more as much as I do. It’s my mistake” - SNSD “My Mistake”

Note: I got the idea and I had to write it down before I lost it! Don’t hate me. There will be six parts to this!

I fiddle around with my phone waiting out in the hallway near the locker rooms for AJ to come out so we could head out. I had sent him a text about ten minutes ago to let him know I was ready but I haven’t gotten a reply back from him. I wonder what could be taking him so long. We are supposed to be heading to see the premiere of this new movie that we both have been looking forward to seeing. I was extra excited because it was going to be just AJ and I to go, he promised, and he always keeps his promises.

See, AJ and I have this special relationship together. We will go out on “dates” together, like the movies, or to a popular diner in whatever town we are in. Or we will just hang out in his or my room watching TV or whatever. There may or may not also be some intense make out sessions between us. Basically, we are dating without having the official title. AJ said that he didn’t want to put a title on us just yet, and I’m fine with that. I’m just thrilled at being able to spend time with him, I don’t need a title.

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You’ve Got To Hide Your Love Away

(For the record, the song by the Beatles is fantastic and I recommend. That being said, this is not like the song. Instead it’s basically just the entirety of their relationship)


“Chloe?” The redhead tilted her head up from the textbook she was currently staring at in Barden’s best little coffee shop, turning to face the boy who said her name.

“Yeah, Jesse?” Chloe asked, a sweet smile painted on her lips, one that meant for both peace and war regarding her Beca.

(Her Beca, she mentally scolded herself, noting the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing they had going on hardly made the brunette hers.)

“I was wondering if you’d help me? With uh… Beca, actually. I know you two are close and I was wondering if maybe you’d help me ask her out?” Jesse nervously bounced on the heels of the shoes, grasping a textbook in one hand and a coffee in the other.

The thing about Jesse was he was a good kid. He was sweet and funny and nice. And although he had been pestering Beca for the majority of the year, the redhead couldn’t help but feel a little bad for him. It wasn’t like the brunette who was the object of his affection hated him. They hung out willingly every once in a while from what Chloe remembered. It’s just that Chloe had a good thing going with Beca. Secret, private, and sweet. This was a grey area.

“Oh um… I don’t really know why you’d want my help,” Chloe said, nervously smiling at the boy.

“Well I just know she talks about you a lot. How you helped recruit her for the Bellas and everything way back at the start of the year. It’s the end of the year now and… you’re a senior and she’s a freshman. I just figured you had some mentoring role and could… extend the service to me. Mentor me in the art of wooing her,” Jesse scratched his neck before grabbing the seat next to the redhead, “here, look!”

Jesse pulled out a laptop and notebook, opening them each up to reveal notes on how to ask the DJ out and a mix in progress.

“What’s this?” Chloe giggled, looking at the screen she was being shown.

“I’ve been trying to make a mix for her. And I was gonna get a boombox and stand outside her window, or maybe serenade her in the park or-”

Chloe had pretty much droned off, thinking about the time she jokingly made Beca a mix and serenaded her in the park with a small Beats Pill and some dorky ‘Dancing Queen’ By ABBA mixed with more ‘dorky jams’ as Chloe called them.

‘I’m eighteen you know,’ Beca had said.

‘You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only eighteen,’ Chloe sang jokingly, ‘just doesn’t have the same ring to it.’

‘Whatever, you dork. Let’s get back to your apartment and I can show you how it’s done.’

‘The mixing or the serenading?’ the redhead cocked a brow.

‘Both. And maybe something else,’ Beca winked, grabbing the redhead’s hand and the speaker.

‘I like the sound of that.’

“That sounds… I dunno, Jesse. Sounds like something too cliche for her,” Chloe said, trying to give the best advice possible, despite it hurting her.

“Oh. Okay. Well… what do you think I should do?” He asked her.

“You know, I think you should just ask her. Honestly you shouldn’t have to rely on a big gesture to get her to say yes. She either will or she won’t, but it’s just a date you’re asking her out on. Not a proposal,” Chloe pointed out, collecting her things to leave.

“Where’re you going?” He asked innocently.

“I’ve got Bellas practice in fifteen minutes. See ya, Jesse! Good luck!”

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anonymous asked:

For Poly!McHanzo, how would McCree act if he noticed that s/o prefers Hanzo over him? Like since McCree is the one who mainly deals out punishments and is super rough, where as Hanzo dotes on her more and is a little bit more gentle, she naturally just gravitates to Hanzo more. NSFW please!

McHanzo: 

It was bound to happen with how different your experiences with the two of them were. Hanzo was just so much more gentle with you, it was preferable to spend time with him. Jesse was always the one to punish you when you would misbehave, Hanzo there to soothe you afterward while McCree sat back and watched the both of you; he found those moments to be pretty sweet and liked watching them. You didn’t want it to happen but you knew that Jesse would notice and would probably do something about it. 

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Jess Mariano is NOT Luke. Logan Huntzberger is NOT Christopher. Rory is not her mother.

I’m getting so sick of people saying that the revival proved that Jess is Rory’s soulmate and her one true love. The “Jess fans” say that he had the most in common with Rory because they both read a lot… 

However, Jess Mariano had emotional baggage which is understandable but Jess never talked to Rory about  it. When he left he ran into Rory on the bus and never said anything.. 

Also, when they had that phone call Rory said that she “THINKS I MAY have loveD you…” and Jess doesn’t say anything. Rory never says I love you to Jess and the only time she comes close it’s a vague reference about maybe having loved him but it was past tense. 


Then when Jess returns and is miraculously ready to work with Rory on their relationship… she shuts Jess down.

Logan has also read the books Rory read, and even shares the love of journalism with Rory which I think does not come from being the heir to a newspaper empire but a real love and interest for journalism like Rory he also has a talent for it even Doyle says so in one episode. So Jess is not the only other person in Rory’s life that is an avid reader and is on the same intellectual level as Rory and shares interests that require hard work, natural talent, and critical thinking. And Jess isn’t the only guy that understands Rory’s popular culture references or challenges her in a way that gets her out of her safe bubble to have fun.

But the big difference between Jess and Logan is that Logan did not go running away when things turned serious. Logan supported Rory in all of her endeavors even if they would be mistakes like quitting Yale and joining the DAR. Logan was not afraid to own his mistakes and do everything he could to show Rory that he was truly sorry and when Rory needed him by her side in emergencies he was there and Rory was there by his when she needed him. And here’s a big difference I’d like to point out when it came to Jess and Logan and how they approached the issue of sex for the first time…

And Rory’s first time with Logan…

So please stop telling me that Jess is Rory’s intellectual match, he is her one true love, her perfect soulmate, and the person who knows Rory the best out of everyone in her life. 

When we pick up with Rory and Jess in the revival, the two have not seen each other in four or maybe more years. The two are not in touch anymore and if you bring up that he knew that her life was in a mess and something was deeply wrong… well, that had nothing to do with Jess knowing Rory but more to do with making a very obvious observation like saying, “water is wet,” and Jess is one in a long line of people to observe this about Rory in the revival. Now some would argue that he set her on the path to correcting her problem by telling her what to write her book about and yes, it did help but when Rory tells Lorelai all about the book and they get into a huge fight which causes them not to speak to each other which upsets and hurts Rory, who fixes that problem or more importantly who does Rory want to help with that problem because she’s in need of someone who will make her feel better so she calls the only one that can help her… Logan. 

And the last thing to deal with is that long and lingering look at the end of Jess’ final revival scene. There a chance that could be an “I’ll always love Rory Gilmore, no one will ever be better, I was stupid to let her get away, and if I had a second chance I’d spend the rest of my life with her.” Of course, since Jess turned out to be arguably the character that has the best development since we last saw him and he’s now a stable, mature, well rounded, got his shit together guy that has grown up and moved on finally able to let his demons and baggage go as well as leaving the past where it belongs… now, Jess Mariano is not a lovesick stupid teenager anymore so that look could also have been something more like, “Rory’s finally going to be alright and she seems happy. I hope things work out for her because I did love her once and while I no longer feel anything romantically for her, she helped me in so many ways and I am happy that maybe I helped her find her path like she helped me find mine.”

The One Where You Think There's A Pool Party (Jeff Atkins)

You walk into Sheri’s front yard and are almost immediately overwhelmed with the urge to throttle her.

Come over to my place tonight,” she had told you during school. “Everyone’ll be there. I’m at my mom’s for the weekend, so I’ll have the pool.” She winked at you, texting you the address seconds later.

Now you’re here, and pool-party your fat ass. Sheri doesn’t even have a fucking pool.

“Dude, what the fuck are you wearing,” you hear from the porch, and you remind yourself that there’s no shame in getting back in your car and putting actual clothes on. The only shame is in showing up to someone’s house half-naked.

“I was told that there would be swimming,” you say lamely, turning to Jessica and giving her a dead-eyed look of annoyance. “Hence the skivvies,” you motion to your swimsuit, sleek and tight and baring everything you have to offer.

Everything.

“Swimming,” Jessica repeats, laughing, and you shake your head with a scoff, already pulling your towel around yourself. “Wrong party-theme, although you do look hot.”

“Much appreciated, ma'am.”

“And you brought clothes, right? The boys in there are going to be in for a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you walk in like that.” Jessica raises a brow, smiling behind her beer cup.

You snorts. “I brought a pair of jeans – figured no one would mind having these –” you grab at your chest, “– in their faces all night.”

“I know I wouldn’t.” She grins, biting her thumbnail. Her nail polish glitters underneath the porch lights, and she laughs as you raise your brows.

“Watch it,” you point, your grin mocking and sly. “Or I’ll sue you for sexual harassment.”

-

It’s loud when you enter the house. Loud and bright and warm, the heat of the mesh of people warming you up as soon as you step into the room.

“Look at you, you put pants on!” Jessica shouts over the music, laughing too hard to be sober. You shrug and throw her a lazy grin.

“I might be tempted to take them off again if I get a drink.”

“Please tell me you’re being serious.”

“Get me a drink and you’ll find out.” You wink – and god, what the fuck, you’re sure you look like some sort of perv or harasser or creep – but Jessica laughs again, face flushed. She takes a heavy sip from her cup.

“No shirt, no service,” she winks back. “But for you, I’ll get you a semi-warm beer.”

“My favorite.”

Jessica grins again, eyes bright and her laugh lazy, and leaves you there, between the sofa and the stereo.

You mingle, ignoring the raunchy stares, and keep an eye out for Sheri.

It’s not long before you run into Jeff, who looks about three beers in and only too pleased to see you. You can’t lie, the sight of him makes you feel like you’re walking on air, giddy and light.

“I was wondering when I’d run into you,” you say, and Jeff laughs.

“Well, I knew I’d run into you,” he points at you with his beer bottle. “Not a party until you show up.” He looks down. “I just wasn’t expecting you to look so …”

“Just say it.”

“Exposed.” Jeff laughs, eyeing your outfit with raised brows and a pleased smile. “Don’t get me wrong, the look suits you. I’m just afraid I’m gonna have to chase the guys away with my baseball bat.” He winks.

“Oh, what a man. What a hero,” you place your hand on your chest and sigh dreamily, only half-faking. You can’t deny it, Jeff makes you swoon sometimes. What can you say, he’s handsome, he’s dreamy, and a girl can only take too much before she’s weak in the knees and flirting back.

Flirting. That’s what you both did. You had a mild flirtation between you, all charm and jokes and subtle touches. You just wish he would lose the charm and touch you a little more.

“You drinking anything?” He asks, subtly touching your hand with his knuckles, his body close enough to get away with it. You bump your hand back into his. You wonder if that’s what makes his smile brighten.

“Yeah,” you look around. “Or, no – Jess went on a trek to get me a beer, but I think she got lost. Something about finding me a warm one.”

“She’ll be in the yard,” Jeff takes a hold of your shoulder, turning you. “Come on, I’ll take you. Get you a cold beer while we’re there.” His hand finds its way to your back, cold from his bottle and shocking against your exposed skin.

You feel ten degrees hotter.

You make your way into Sheri’s yard, and you grin at the fairy lights hanging over the crowd, small and sparkling as they hover in the air. There’s a litter of plates and cups on the ground, hitting your feet with every other step, and you finally stoop to pick them up and throw them in the trash after you step on one half-way filled with beer.

Jeff follows, picking up his own share of bottles and cups, and nudges you. “Jessica makes a good chicken.”

You stare. “Uh, okay. Yeah.”

He rolls his eyes and points. You turn, beholding Jessica on top of Zach’s shoulders, shoving Sheri into a kiddie pool. She raises a foam football into the air and shouts, excited, while Zach cheers.

“This isn’t what I was thinking when she said she would have a pool.” You snicker, taking in the multitude of inflatable pools across the yard, and Jeff grins.

“At least you’re dressed for it.” He hands you a fresh bottle, cracked open and foaming at the top. You accept it, taking half of a sip and grinning.

“Tell me you brought swimming trunks, because you’re my partner when we play that.”

-

It’s hours later and you’re more or less dried off from your couple dozen falls in Sheri’s pools. The sun’s just beginning to rise, the sky turning a pale blue, and there are only a handful of people lingering in the house.

You’re on the porch, just getting ready to leave when the door swings open.

“Leaving already?” Jeff asks, hazy eyed but smiling. You laugh.

“Yeah, I think I’ve been dunked enough times tonight. Jess plays dirty.” You have his jacket around you, large and warm against the cool morning air. You begin to shrug it off.

“Give it to me tomorrow,” Jeff stops you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t know I was seeing you.”

“Now you know,” he grins, lazy and charming. You feel your heart swell, and you duck your head to hide your pleased smile. Fuck, you feel like melting. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

You throw a hand up as you walk away. “Tomorrow, Atkins.” You don’t see his own smile as you leave.

Nini, my sweet, sweet little hoe <3

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Wrong Decision

He never should’ve done it. 

He made a mistake. Ever since Lucifer was on the roam, Sam’s head was all over the place. 

This was Lucifer. The Devil. Satan. The one angel who was actually able to withstand the torment of the Cage. Even Michael couldn’t do that. 

The one who tortured Sam over and over and over. 

No…he couldn’t have you around. Not right now. 

So he did what the Winchester’s do best. Made the wrong choice, thinking it was for the best. 

He sent you away. You opposed. Dammit, did you fight to stay. 

But Dean agreed and so did Mary. You swore them, not caring about whether your words hurt them or not. 

You didn’t care one bit. All you cared about was being with Sam. But he sent you away. Told you to go and not come back. 

You caved when certain words were said by him. You knew in your head that he was saying it to get you to leave, but then he brought her up. Jess. The bitch who had his heart and hadn’t let it go, claiming you’d never replace her. Well, you broke. 

He did it. He finally got you to go, but at what cost?

Well, he found out a few weeks later. 

Lucifer had caught you. 

You weren’t an incompetent hunter. No…you were great. Amazing even. But there’s only so much you could do to protect yourself, without having an entire bunker full of materials to help. 

Days passed. Hell, it felt like years. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was what Sam went through. The cutting. The slicing. The stabbing. The healing. Only for the cycle to continue, over and over. 

The pain had made you wish it would end and unfortunately for you, it did. 

You heard Sam’s voice calling for you. 

As soon as you heard it, you felt the knife pierce your chest, deeper than before and hitting your heart. 

He planned this. What was the best way to hurt Sam? Kill the one he loved. 

Of course, you weren’t sure why Lucifer chose you. Sam had told you he didn’t love you. Not like he did Jess. 

So when he barged through the door, staring at you, his eyes wet and shining, you didn’t fight. 

No…Sam didn’t love you. What was the point of staying for him. The light was warm. Bright and soothing. You walked away from Sam, greeting the reaper happily as she took you away. 

Sam watched as the light left your eyes, Lucifer waving at him before fluttering off.

As your body slumped in the chair, Sam couldn’t bring himself to go to you. If he did, he’d have to accept you were dead. 

He sighed, trying to keep himself from breaking, knowing he’d made the wrong decision. Now you were gone, thinking he didn’t love you. 

He was wrong. So wrong. 


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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!))

So Jesse Tuck has been wandering for several years, waiting for Winnie to turn 17. In the winter of 1897 he settles in New York, planning to stay for a few years. It’s close enough to New Hampshire that he can get to Winnie when she finally is old enough. The people and city are changing constantly, so it takes the edge off his wanderlust.

He’s in the middle of a busy intersection one day when some horses pulling a cart get spooked and charge towards him. They run straight at him and he dives out of the way, but one of his legs gets run over. Obviously he is fine, but there are enough onlookers that he can’t just get up and walk away. One of those people, a boy around the age of 15, comes to help him, picking him up and moving him out of the street. A bundle of newspapers lies abandoned on the street corner where the boy was just a minute ago.

Gently, he sets Jesse down on the curb, careful not to bump his “hurt” leg. Jesse is holding his ankle at an awkward angle, trying to make his perfectly healthy ankle look like a normal person’s foot would after getting run over.. After checking his leg and determining that the ankle got the worst of it, the boy looks up and introduces himself.

“Jack Kelly, newsie for the World. What’s you doing wandering around here? Ya homeless?”

Jesse grimaces at the half true statement. “I’m new here and I was wandering around looking for work.”

At this, Jack brightens up. “Hey, we could use a couple more boys in Manhattan to help distribute papers, if ya want? Pay ain’t too great, but we gotta place to live and mostly enough food to go around.”

Jesse grins back and stands up to get going, barely remembering that he shouldn’t be able to walk. He fakes some pain and dramatically collapses on the ground. “Got anything I could use as a crutch? I ain’t gonna be able to walk too well without one.”

Jack shakes his head but offers his shoulder. “I ain’t got anything with me, but I’ll check with the guys back at the house. Oh, and what’s your name?”

Jesse thinks for a second. His name will most likely be his identity for the next few years, assuming he stays with the newsies that long. He doesn’t want to use his real name- that can be traced too easily and he’s still spooked after the Yellow Man. He glances around, looking for an idea, and the moment is growing awkwardly long. Finally he grins. “You guys can call me Crutchie.”

His jaunt through China was not supposed to be as eventful as it was.

He had gone through China in a wild attempt to get bounty hunters off of him, hoping that if he took it international then they would get off his ass. But as it turned out, that when he was not looking, that someone had hiked up his bounty amount and apparently the cost of air fair was nothing compared to the money they would get for turning him in alive. So there he was running like his ass was on fire through some rural areas in an attempt to get away.

Luckily there happened to be an empty little house that he managed to duck into as his chasers ran on by like chickens with their heads cut off, taught him in vicious mockeries of his accent before disappearing into the distance. With a sigh he pulled himself away from the window and immediately had an arm against his throat and he was faced with a rather pretty face in an awful situation.

“Who are you?” The mysterious person said.

“Jesse McCree,” He said, hands held up as not to provoke the person into choking him out, “Just runnin’ from some assholes after my head. How about you?”

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suffering-trashcan  asked:

For the ship thing: McGenji?

who’s the werewolf and who’s the hunter
It’s 1855, and Japan has only recently opened its borders to western trade again. Off one of the American merchant ships that arrive in Kyoto stumbles a rugged man, chewing on a cigar. He trades with the locals, selling them pelts, weaved fabrics, and beautiful pottery in exchange for spices and tea, but one day he disappears. Soon after whispers about a monster running rampage in the bamboo forests of  Arashiyama start to emerge, and the local population is scared to death. When several locals have gone missing, a young man, Genji Shimada of a powerful samurai clan, decides to hunt the monster down and kill it to bring peace to the region. But Genji finds a lot more than just a monster in the bamboo forest.

who’s the mermaid and who’s the fisherman
It’s 1942. Jesse McCree is perfectly happy living his life as a fisherman in the remote and miniscule town of King Cove, Alaska, but it gets a bit lonely sometimes. Most of the other men in the town are away in war, but thanks to Jesse’s old war wound that he got in the Great War, Jesse wasn’t drafted. 
One day, Jesse catches more than he bargained for; a beautiful merman that has swum all the way from Japan. Considering what Japan did to at Pearl Harbor less than a year prior, Jesse is tempted to kill the merman. But the merman is defenseless, exhausted and wounded after the long swim, and Jesse takes pity on him, thinking that maybe the merman has information that would be useful to the US military. So he smuggles the merman back to his isolated house by the coast and nurses him back to health. Jesse eventually learns that the merman has fled Japan, because he didn’t want to fight in the war, and the two of them develop a friendship and something deeper, too.

who’s the witch and who’s the familiar
When Jesse McCree one day finds a small, wounded dragon, he doesn’t think much of it. He takes the dragon back with him to his ranch and nurses it back to health. And that should be it. But it’s not. The dragon refuses to leave him alone, claiming that they now have an unbreakable bond, but Jesse isn’t interested in any unbreakable bonds with anyone. It’s not until the dragon transforms into a young man who promises to teach Jesse all kinds of spells and incantations that Jesse decides that maybe he should keep the dragon around.

who’s the barista and who’s the coffee addict
Jesse has been frequenting the same bathhouse for years, and he always plays the same game. Every Thursday, he goes into his usual room, gets naked and lies down on the bed, closing his eyes and waiting for someone to come by and show him a good time. It’s usually different men, but for the last couple of months it has been the same guy coming by. Jesse has never seen his face, but he knows that the guy is not very tall, very slender, and has a soft, smooth voice. One night, after they’re done and the guy is climbing off Jesse to wrap the towel around himself, Jesse cracks an eye open and spots a gorgeous, green dragon tattoo snaking its way down the guy’s back. 
A few days later, Jesse comes into his favorite coffee shop only to discover that they’ve hired a new barista. His name is Genji, and he’s just about the cutest thing Jesse has ever laid eyes on. Jesse almost chokes on his coffee, however, when Genji bends over to pick something off the floor and his shirt rides up enough to show off the edge of a gorgeous, green dragon tattoo on his back.

who’s the writer and who’s the editor
Being a popular mangaka comes with its benefits. Genji has worked hard to get where he is, and one of the luxuries he has now is the freedom to only work on what he wants and set his own deadlines. But when his publisher hires a new editor in chief from America to help the bad sales, Genji’s life changes radically. Jesse McCree won’t tolerate tardiness or laziness, and Genji finds himself working harder than he has in years. He doesn’t like Jesse, and Jesse doesn’t like him, and it naturally comes to some pretty rough verbal blows between them, but when Genji suddenly falls ill before a very important deadline, Jesse is the one who shows up at his apartment with hot soup, painkillers, ready to sit up with him all night to help him get done.

I had to remove a couple of these, because I couldn’t think of anything good for them, but yay! Here’s a handful of McGenji AU ideas!

They’re free to use for fic or art by anyone who wants them, but I’d appreciate a credit if you do use them :)