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. 

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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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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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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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.”

Rapidfire Overwatch Commission Slots

So some of you may know, but recently we had a medical emergency for one of our rats. We did everything we could and fought as hard and as long as possible, but sadly our rat passed away and in doing so we also racked up a $345 vet bill. I’ve got a small section of commissions open to try and work back some of the money.

Specifically this will be for small fanfic commissions and a few larger ones revolving around smaller purchases.

I have a small list of prompts that I want to write, and anyone who wants to see that fic can commission it from me.

Here’s how it works. Select a prompt from the list below and end me an e-mail to Zjohnb@live.com, subject “Commission Request”. Therein tell me the prompt you want and any details you want added, including kinks, characters, etc.

Prompts:

-Blackwatch Genji topping Jesse, Gabriel, or both

-Blackwatch Genji exploring his new body

-Pick one: Genji, McCree, Gabriel, Jack, Hanzo, Lucio getting fucked by a monster [you can also pick the monster if you like]

-McGenji cuddle sex

-Merfolk!Au [For this one there’s tons of stuff to do, just hmu with whatever you like and I’ll get you a quote]

-Anahardt w/ Dom Ana

-Stuck in the Wall kink [1 character stuck in a wall, up to 4 other characters involved]

-Domspace!Genji [with Subspace!Jesse, Jack, or Gabriel]

-Trans!Gabriel topping Genji/McCree/Jack

-Sex pollen [Go wild w/ this]

-Roadhog topping [just about anyone]

-Reader x Character fluff interactions [Also 3rd person OC stuff for this too]

-Oviposition

I’ll update the list with another post if I think of more prompts I want to do. At this time I only have these smaller, one-shot fics to do.

All base prices are $25. I’ll add to that for kinks or extra things. Each fic will be a minimum of 1,600 words.

I will not write Gency. I will not write McHanzo. Most other ships are fair game.

Donations are also welcome, my paypal is the same as my contact e-mail. If you send money without an e-mail or discussing a price for a fic then I will think it’s a dontaion, so please make some clear contact! I’m also available for chatting on Discord [DOOMFIST#6761] Skype [anonymous.fragger] and on Tumblr ask/messenger. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’ll write most kinks, don’t be afraid to ask, even if it’s something I won’t write there’s no kinkshaming from me. We’re all here to have fun and enjoy some nasty ;3

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

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.

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((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.”

anonymous asked:

That daddy shit is amazing!!! How would mchanzo react if their S/o finally escaped but years later they find out that S/O had a kid and it's one of theirs?

Hoohoo, I’m loving that ya’ll love these two so much. 

You almost hadn’t made it, the pregnancy making you weaker as you tried to find the town Hanzo and Jesse must have been getting their supplies from. Thank god that it was a huge city if it’d been some small town they would have found you right away. 

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Instrument headcanons
  • <p> <b>Jess:</b> is the kind of person who wants to be able to play an instrument so badly, but she lacks the patience and attention span to make it work. You will find in her family's attic a guitar, a ukulele, an old casio keyboard. Yet, the only instrument she's ever managed to learn more than two songs on is the recorder, and that's only because it was required in pre-school. She rocks Three Blind Mice<p/><b>Emily:</b> can full on play the violin. Her parents wanted her to play starting from around age six. They had her choose between Cello, Violin, Clarinet or the flute. Emily thought violin was the least ebarassing. At first she would only learn the classical pieces that her tutor would give her, but she soon learned how good some of her favourite pop songs sounded on strings. Her party trick now is playing a violin version of Roar by Katy Perry<p/><b>Matt:</b> never really had any desire to learn to lay an instrument, like Jess, he only ever managed the recorder because school made him. He's completely forgoteen everything he knew<p/><b>Sam:</b> took up piano in 9th grade, specifically during winter when it got too cold to go outside during recess. She, Hannah and Beth would sit in a quiet music room and she got into the habbit of tinkering away on the keys. One day, she went away and found some simple music online and took it into school to try and play.<p/><b>Ashley:</b> asked to learn piano. Her parents said she could start lessons as a 10th birthday present. she dove right in adn excelled in her classes. during her free time and school holidays, she would compose little pieces of music for her favourite books. after she and Sam became friends, she helped Sam with the theory of music, the reading and the writing. When the gang get together at christmas they play carol duets. at parties, if you get her to drink tequila she'll ba g out such classics as Don't Stop Believin and Piano Man. Incredibly enthusiastically<p/><b>Mike:</b> can play guitar. very well. he can do indie, punk rock, folk, you name it. He's a big fan of acoustic music and whenever he gets drunk he always ends up playing corny country songs. His favourites are Dolly Parton and early Taylor Swift. Once, on a night out with the guys he got so drunk, he insisted they get a cab to his house to get his guitar, then get a second cab to Jess's house so he could stand outside her window and play Love Story. In full support Chris, Matt and Josh provided drunken backing vocals.<p/><b>Chris:</b> (I mentioned this in my music star post) is very good at replicating music on phones. He can use dial tones and buttons sounds to play stuff like the Star Wars theme, Mario Bros., Harry Potter etc. He's also known to mix old Windows software sounds to make original compositions [Edit] I forgot to mention how Chris plays the melodica and the theramin. His starter piece for every new instrument is the Jurassic Park song.<p/><b>Josh:</b> can kind of(?) play guitar. He mostly learned so that at parties he can gather everyone round under the notion that he'll play some beautiful acoustic piece and yet he just goes straight in with Wonderwall. Among others. He's been known to play Rockstar by Nickelback, American Pie and Tenacious D's Tribute<p/></p>
Unconventional (Asa x reader)

Summary: you go to a convention in your hometown, where there just happens to be a Miss Peregrine’s panel.

Warning (s): I guess it’s slightly sexual near the end, but nothing super explicit. Not like smut or anything. Just mention of it, that’s all. There shouldn’t be that much swearing either.


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About Misery:

Reagan and Nick are soooooo weird together. And since in this episode this was explicitly their intention it was even weirder. Their chemistry is so wrong, all their scenes were cringe worthy hahah. And this episode showed me that my complaint about the writing became canon. Nick and Reagan are so incompatible that I could never even imagine what would they talk about when they’re alone, I couldn’t even imagine what they did to spend time together as a couple, I’ve always complained about that and in this episode they showed that they actually don’t talk about anything lol. I wonder how did they made it through long distance though, and how did they got this far. Cmon, if you take the show time seriously they’ve been dating for almost a year!

Overall not the best episode but it was a fun one and at least it lead us somewhere, it wasn’t just a filler. Winston and Aly are always great, cute and hilarious and Schmidt and Cece had a funny C plot too. And Jess needing to take some time for herself and away from Nick but trying to make it about some time to take care of her father is really in character. That’s the Jess we know, she never puts herself first and that’s both sad and admirable.

Random observation: I liked that Nick said he was a 7 in bed with Reagan lol. I liked it because it somehow showed that their relationship is not that great, he’s not his best self with her at all, not even on that part. And Jess has always said how good he was (they were) in bed so….. You all get my point here, right?

anonymous asked:

If it's okay with you,could you do some mcgenji and s/o fluff please? just anything is fine tbh (nsfw or not is fine)

When you joined Overwatch a year ago you counted on coming away with a few scars. The organisation has always been on the front lines, much more now that there aren’t enough agents to have any other lines. What you didn’t expect was to get those scars from your boyfriends.

“Ouch!”

You tear your arm away but the damage is already done. Under the sweltering Gibraltar sun Jesse’s arm has taken on the average qualities of an iron stick the smith forgot to take out of the forge. A blister in the shape of a skull already forms below your elbow.

Jesse is on his feet immediately, apologising profusely for something that is really not his fault, while Genji laughs himself silly, almost falling out of the hammock that he shamelessly hogged before.

“This ain’t funny.” Jesse says with the panicked whine of a pup who sees the puddle on the floor and fears having his nose stubbed in it. “You alright there, darlin’?”

“I’m fine.” you say, carefully peeling away the sleeve before it gets stuck on the wound. Even with a guilty conscience Jesse would never forgive you if you had to destroy his favourite shirt. He pushes it back further, cradles your hand and elbow to lift up your arm and take a closer look at the burn.

“Gonna leave a mark.”
“That your professional opinion?” you ask with a crooked grin he reciprocates after some brief hesitation. The clinic seems impossibly far away after lounging lazily in the loungers for the better part of the day but eventually you manage to persuade even Genji to accompany you with the promise of going swimming later on.

Everyone who has an ounce of common sense is outside to enjoy the weather and the clinic is blessedly empty of people who could judge you over the consequences of having two part-metal boyfriends.

“Make yourself useful and look for the bandages, will you?” you ask Genji who is still giggling. Undoubtedly he has an inappropriate joke already on his tongue.
As expected, while Jesse fusses and you hold your arm under the cool water stream, he sidles up and says to him:
“I know you wanted to start up a farm. Looks like you got the branding part down.”

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Shouldn’t 4

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Summary:  Dean has feeling for the reader and finally gives in to his desire for her, then leaves her behind with a note. Sam discovers and comforts her. What happens next?

Word Count:  1128

Warnings: Language

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3

Shouldn’t 4

“This is Dean’s other other cell. You must know what to do.” Beep.  

Sam lets out a huff of frustration as he paces the already worn tread in the cheap motel carpet. “Dean,” Sam hisses into the phone. “Pick up your phone. You need to come fix this shit.” Sam punches the end call button and throws the phone onto the bed with force.

“Sam?” Her voice is timid and tiny, she sounds like she’s talking to him from the far end of a long tunnel. Sam curses himself for waking her up. He had hoped Dean would be here to clean up his mess before she woke. Running his hands through his hair, he pastes a smile on his face and crosses the room, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She pushes herself to a sitting position and gives him a sad half-smile, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. Sam takes a deep, steadying breath. “Hey.” He doesn’t know how to have this conversation. It’s so very private and awkward and he’s pissed at Dean because he has to do this. Dean should be the one doing this. Scratch that, this should have never happened. Clearing his throat, Sam says, “Listen, I’m not trying to pry. But when I got back…and I saw the note…”.

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