jess you remember this


the most romantic interaction i’ve ever had in skirmish: when enemy genji used swift strike on me, then ran to a health pack and shot shurikens at it, telling me to use it


Thank you all for the support! I am sorry for filling everyone’s dashboards with my replies. I wanted all to have their answers and thanks! 

And don’t worry, Hanzo will deal with Jesse.

Night Moves (Part 2)

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

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Part 2, enjoy!…

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The Witness Stand

Title: The Witness Stand

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,793

Warning: Fluffy lead in ending with steamy smut

Request by Anonymous: Okay I have a request!! Can you do an AU type thing where Dean and Sam never got into the life and Deans a mechanic and Sam is a lawyer. Reader went to pre law with Sam and hung out with Sam and Jess. Anyway Sam is in court with reader and Dean is there to watch his little brother in court but when he sees her in her skirt arguing in court and such he gets turned on and smut ensues?

A/N: This one sort of took on a life of it’s own, but I think you’ll still like it. Enjoy!!

“But your honor!” you jumped up to defend Sam. “The defendant brought up that information when they brought up their whereabouts the night before the one we are here about. My associate was simply following a line of questioning the defendant apparently thought was relevant enough to bring up while on the stand.”

You could see Sam nod out of the corner of your eye. The judge paused, looking between the two of you, trying to make a decision.

“I will allow it. But we are adjourned for today. I’ll see you all tomorrow at 10 o’clock.”

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  • Jesse: I ordered you tickets to Ed's show off the internet, they are at will call.
  • Louis: I could have called Ed and gotten backstage passes?
  • Jesse: These are section 105 row Y. Not even a suite! Really wanted to drive home the "every lad" image and have you sit in the middle of the crowd with no security.
  • Louis: Are you fuckin kidding me.
  • Jesse: What was that? I was texting the stalkers to give them a heads up.
  • Louis: Please don't.
  • Jesse: Remember that time you and Eleanor walked out the front door of the venue at your own concert? Be sure to do that at this one, too. Bonus points if the stalkers see you outside smoking and "accidentally" run into you and Eleanor.
  • Louis: [lays down in the road]
  • Jesse: You're welcome. :)))))))))
Drunk Call - Jeff

Warnings: cussing

Summary: Y/N can’t get Jeff out of her mind and drunk calls him.

Song rec: the stripped version of Moondust by Jaymes Young 

Originally posted by creativeangel

Drunk Call - Jeff

“Alright I won’t drink that much tonight I promise.”

In the back of your mind you remembered muttering those words to Jess but it’s a lot harder for you to care now that you’re drunk dancing against the first guy you grabbed. You remember recognizing him yet you couldn’t remember who was behind you.

“Damn Y/N.” Justin’s voice mumbled, his words all came out as one incoherent mess. You could feel his hands on your hips and you tried to convince yourself they were Jeff’s and not his. You knew all too well that Jeff wouldn’t be holding you anymore, but with your ass pressed against Justin it was all too easy to forget reality and imagine your ex instead.

“Y/N come on that’s enough.” Jess told you while grabbing your arm to pull you away from him.

“You’re no fun.” You giggled trying to pull your arm out of her grasp but she was already pulling you past the dancers and into the front yard. Every time you fell into someone or tripped over your feet you giggled more and Jess’ agitation was growing.

“Y/N seriously you told me you wouldn’t drink, and we’re supposed to be friends I don’t care if you’re drunk I can’t believe you’d grind on my fucking ex. I’m tired of babysitting you.” She rambled her tone getting harsher the more she spoke. Her arms were crossed and you could tell that wasn’t a good sign but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Then don’t. I don’t need you here, I just wanna have fun.” You said simply with a shrug, barely noticing how your words slurred together.

“Ever since you and Jeff broke up you’ve been acting like a real bitch,” Jess stated plainly before walking away and getting in her car, “find your own way home. I’m done.”

Instead of going back to the party you sat on the bench in front of the house watching her drive away leaving you stranded.  It took a few moments for you to register the tears rolling down your cheeks and all you could think about is the fact that alcohol is supposed to make you forget. It’s supposed to make you care free, it’s supposed to make everything go away. But it was all still there. You’d get alcohol poisoning before you’d forget about how much you missed Jeff. You pulled your knees up to your chest and buried your face in them letting the tears fall.

Jess was supposed to be your best friend and you wished she would be next to you comforting you but you knew you fucked up. Just like you knew you fucked up with Jeff. This isn’t how things were supposed to happen. Your teen years are supposed to be fun and carefree not crying at a party because you messed up things with the two people you care about most. Knowing it was a terrible idea you pulled out your phone and hovered over the all too familiar number before pushing away your thoughts and calling it.

“Y/N, what’s up, are you okay?” His voice rang through the phone. You tried to conjure up words but all you could think of was how much you missed that voice. Every time he spoke to you he had that sweet tone that just made you know he cared.

“Not really. I’m messing up things like always.” You mumbled with a dry chuckle. You sniffled and wiped away your tears with the back of your hand wishing everything could go back to how it used to be. You wished this was just a regular Friday night call asking him if he wanted to go to McDonalds with you even thought it was 2 AM in the morning.

“Where are you?” He asked you softly and you could hear him moving around; it was all too familiar and you tried to hold back your tears.

“Zach Dempsey’s party. I kinda lost me ride can you pick me up?” You asked softly clutching the phone to your ear as if it was some magic lamp that would make everything okay.

“Of course. I’m on my way. How much did you drink? Have you had water?” He interrogated and you could hear the concern in his voice. Of course, Jeff would be the type to worry about if you drank enough water. Part of you wished he wasn’t such a good guy, it made it so hard to get over him.

“Shitty beer has some water in it right?” You asked humorlessly as you heard him moving around and his car starting.

“I have some water in my car. Just stay on the phone with me I’ll be there soon,” he paused, “do you wanna talk about what happened?”

“Oh, you mean me being an idiot and hurting my best friend? Not really.” Even you were annoyed with how your words slurred together; all it did was remind you of all the stupid decisions you had made that night.

“Jess loves you. Nothing will tear you two apart. People make mistakes, she may be hurt now but she’ll forgive you because that’s the kind of person she is.” You envied how he always knew exactly what to say.

“God, I hate how you’re so good at cheering me up. It makes it a lot harder for me to not do stupid things like this.” You muttered into the phone wishing your words would be drowned out by the music coming from the house.

“It’s not stupid. Even if we aren’t together anymore we’re still friends and I want you to still be able to call me when things like this happen.” He told you and you buried your head in your hands bitter about how nice he was.

“But this happened because of you! Well not because of you like it’s not your fault but I’m at a party I hate, drinking stuff I can’t stand and dancing with guys I don’t even like because I miss you and my dumbass self can’t get over you. Jeff you were the best thing I ever had and I fucking lost you.” You ranted letting all your thoughts go. You knew you definitely shouldn’t be talking at all but you didn’t even care anymore. It was so easy top pretend you weren’t telling him any of this because you didn’t have to see his face; you didn’t have to face the truth.

You thought maybe he was done talking since he got quiet but you realized why when his car pulled up. And there he was looking at you like you were his world. Without a word, you hung up and scrambled into his car hating how difficult it was to walk without tripping.

“I miss you too. I love you more than anything Y/N, I’m tired of pretending like I don’t. I thought you didn’t care anymore, you were the one who left me.” He admitted his voice quivering, you could see the pain in his eyes and you hated knowing you were the one that caused it.

“Because you’re the golden boy Jeff. You’re this perfect guy, this caring jock who just wants to make everyone happy. Not to mention you are fucking gorgeous, I don’t deserve a guy like that. You deserve to be with someone so much better than me.” You told him adverting your eyes unable to look at him.

“That’s why you left me? You are the most beautiful, kind, hilarious girl I’ve ever met. I don’t want anyone else, I just want to be with you. Y/N I love you.” He said making you turn back to him. Letting everything go and giving up on making good decisions you leaned forward and captured his lips with yours. Immediately your arms wrapped around his neck trying to get as close as possible and like usual you could taste hot chocolate and cinnamon on his lips. Pulling away he leaned his forehead on yours.

“Please be mine again.”

Showing You (Jesse McCree)

Originally posted by inccption

Pairing: Jesse McCree/Chubby!Fem!Reader
Words: 1330+
Warning(s): self-consciousness,nsfw
A/N: hey guys! still slowly getting back into this blog. though i have to put off writing as a whole thanks to my birthday, finals, and graduation quickly approaching me. i can’t write smut for the life of me so take what you can get here lol.
Request:  McCree with a chubby/large chested reader who tries to deny her feelings for him, and he shamelessly flirts with her every single time he sees her. And he finds out that she’s been holding back because she’s self conscious about her body and thinks that McCree flirts with everyone like that, and couldn’t possibly seriously like her? SFW or NSFW whatever you wanna do!

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Acquainted || Montgomery De La Cruz

Originally posted by montedelacruz

summary: the reader has some problems in the last time and monty helps her get through it.

inspiration and title: acquainted - the weeknd

word count: 2592


„Actually I don’t feel like talking to you, right now“, you muttered. It was early in the morning and there were no people outside, no one but the fresh spring air and the clouds looking down at you. You thought you could hear them laughing about you.

„Who said I wanted to talk?“, Montgomery asked with a sudden attraction in his voice. He came a bit nearer to you, so near, that you smelled his fresh perfume he had put on before he went out for a run.

„I said No, Monty“, you added, without looking him in the eyes. „And I don’t think we can keep doing this.“

His eyes widened. For a second you thought to hear a tiny, sarcastic smile by him. Then you decided none of this was worth thinking about it. You pushed the door a bit wider and waited for him to say something.

„That’s it?“, he asked impolite. You didn’t know if you had hurt him or if he was only very annoyed. Maybe he had known it would come this way. That’s how these friendships always turned out.

You hiked your shoulder against his unfriendly reaction. He had reacted in exact the same way you had predicted it before.

„That’s it“, you nodded and still avoided to look him in the eyes.

He took some steps back without even trying to convince you once more. You could almost feel something falling off of him, leaving his mind and his face, his body and his heart. You knew what this meant. You knew he was completely not giving a shit about you anymore. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t feel released at all. You bit your lip.

„I’m sorry, Monty“, you began softly but he shook his head.

„Don’t be.“

That’s all what he threw in your face, before he left and you saw his back vanishing down the street of where you lived. For some reason you felt worse than you could ever have imagined.


It was the second Tuesday in the summer holidays when you arrived. You haven’t been invited in an actual way, but a friend had mentioned to you that Jess was having a party at her house and that you come, too. You had spent the last few days thinking about almost every wrong decision you had ever made in your life. But now you had decided that it was enough. It was time to leave all this behind you and start all over again.

„How do I look?“, you asked, trying to hide how insecure you actually were. You haven’t been to a party, for at least the last two months. You had done nothing, but studying like a nerd and sometimes doing those little, dangerous and forbidden things.

Sheri lifted her pretty chin up and looked at you with wide eyes. She was wearing a brown-sugar-colored dress with pink roses on it and black high heels. She looked as beautiful as always.

Compared to her you felt like a sack of potatoes, eventhough you really had no need to. You wore a cropped jeans skirt and a dark blue top which offered a view or your skinny arms and collar bones. Your hair was open and fell long over your shoulders. The holidays hadn’t even started yet when you had begun to lose weight, slowly but strictly.

„You look stunning“, Sheri smiled when she looked up from her magazine. She had spent the last hour waiting for you to get dressed but you felt like you had forgotten how to go out. Depression had hit you bad the last year. It cost you many hours to come through the senior year in high school for all the things you had missed when you covered yourself in bed sheets, where you didn’t see sunshine for almost a week. But you had recovered – mostly. You had friends which had helped you through it, a loving family and the one person, who helped you the most…well, you had decided earlier that he only reminded you of the bad times in your life.

After half an hour the two of you arrived at Jess’ house. Strictly against your plans, Jess was very happy to see you there. She didn’t invite you herself because she wasn’t actually sure if you would come. You hadn’t been to her last few parties. But when she saw you decided to come to this one, she wouldn’t leave your side for a second. Jess is, what you might call a very special friend. Moody, rude, sometimes even mean, but at her heart she was a good person and she cared a lot.

Before you could even react you crashed against someones hard chest.

„Oh hi, Jeff“, you said friendly and smiled wide when you saw him. Jeff and you had been studying together often in the last year, before you fell so hard. Now you had heard that Clay Jensen helped him with his grammar problems.

„Y/N! I’m glad you came“, Jeff said politely and laid his arm around your shoulders. You felt his warmth flash through your body and it felt good. It was the hugging of a good, old friend and you found yourself, how you wished it wouldn’t stop. Jeff was the type of guy you could hide behind, because he would always be there and give you just enough space to always find yourself in no need to hide. You had a little crush on him before, but it has vanished – like all feelings you had before.

„How have you been?“, Jeff asked.

You nodded carefully, as you watched Jess fill up some bowls with snacks. A little smile framed your lips as you looked up to Jeff again who was patiently waiting for you to keep speaking.

„I’m good. As always“, you tried to sound persuasive but you failed and Jeff noticed. But he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

„I’d hope so!“ He placed a big smile on his face while speaking. „And you came here to have fun, didn’t you? I mean, we can always talk and we definetely should.“

„Right. Fun forward“, you added and felt relief when Jeff stood up and seemed very satisfied. He left for a second and came back with two big, red cups. You didn’t even think about it, you just drank and felt how the pain felt less and your feeling flashed over from hurting to absolutely numb.

„You’re a good friend, Atkins“, you said tenderly.

Jeff laughed. „As long as you’re happy.“ He took a sip of his beer and looked across the room.

„Wait for a second, there’s someone I need to talk to. I’ll be right back“, he promised and let you stand there. You nodded, you nodded even when he already left and sat back on the couch. Jeff disappeared outside to the beerpong people und it was very okay for you. You felt some space when you were alone, eventhough you felt like a normal person when Jeff was around. You forgot about your mental illness and were normal for a bit and that was worth so much more to you than feeling space.

„What up, cheerleader“, you could hear someone, talking more to herself than to you. You lifted your view up and saw Jess. She had finished her snacks and found now the time to sit down right next to you. She had a bottle of Vodka in her hand. A smile flashed through your white teeth and let you quiet for a second.

„What the hell, Jess?“

Jess grinned in your direction. „Hey, it’s a party, isn’t it?“

You nodded and watched Jess fill up some empty cups with Vodka. The water alike looking wet product smelled like disinfectant, but you didn’t care. When the drink reached your lips you found yourself feeling more and more normal again. Like two years ago. You were partying, singing, dancing and kissing like every other girl and Jess could best remember that. But after that last year…

You swallowed. Your eyes stood wide open when you saw him, pressing his back against the orange wall, looking directly at you all across the whole room. You could almost hear his reproachful voice in your head.

Don’t drink the hard stuff, Y/N. Who’s going to rescue you when you lose your head again?


But you took your eyes of off him and ignored his staring. It was more than a week in the past that you had ended your little, secret friendship and you didn’t feel like refreshing it in that moment. You wanted to be a new person, a new you. And when you looked at his dark eyes you saw yourself so weak as always.

„Are you okay?“, Jess asked suddenly and pointed at the Vodka. „Too hard?“

You smiled.

„Just hard enough“, you corrected her and swallowed the last bit.


The music was turned on, somewhere in the distance, but you didn’t hear it anymore. The sounds in your own head were way too loud to hear anything. You could hear different voices and people were screaming, you were screaming and the Vodka was screaming the loudest screams.

„Hey, Y/N, you okay?“, someone shouted.

„Yes“, you shouted back and braced yourself for falling down, but it didn’t happen. Instead you felt the rockhard wall on your cracked hands. You went out only to get a fresh head, but you didn’t know the nausea would get even more terrible when you left the house. You drank too much in a short time and now you felt sick. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The sickness was easy to handle. Two bottles of water, some puking, some salt crackers and you would be the old you. It were the voices. They were so damn loud and gave you a terrible headache.

„Stop“, you said yourself while trying to walk a straight line. You couldn’t. You fell down and felt a sudden pain breaking through your body, when your head touched the ground.

„I can’t do this anymore“, you said softly to yourself. You hadn’t even noticed tears were streaming down your cheeks.

Why couldn’t you be like Jess was? Or Sheri? Even Hannah? All the normal girls in there. They had drank way more than you had and they were still good, dancing, holding hands, laughing and having a good time. But you laid outside, somewhere next to Jess’ garden, with a bloody cheek and teary eyes.

„What the fuck?“

A voice behind you scared you for a second, but you didn’t care about it, actually. If somebody came to kill you now you would be totally unable to fight for yourself so you’d have to accept that this was your last day on earth.


Two very big and very soft hands covered your head and lifted it up on someones lap. You tried to see something through the dark but you couldn’t see anyone through the night, your tearful eyes and the blood, that shifted down on your temple.

„What the hell happened to you?“, a soft voice asked you. Suddenly the voice sounded very familiar to you. You had heard it so often, so hard on your head, whenever you felt good or bad. You felt even more tears streaming down your face when you realized who that was, sweeping your wet hair streaks out of your face.

„Monty?“, you asked with a dying voice.

„Hush“, he said softly with his lips near your ear. He tangled his arms around your upper body and pressed you as close to him as possible. His touch was intimitate that it made you cry even more, more and more. So much till your shoulder shook and your whole body trembled and shivered.

„I’m so sorry. I treated you like shit“, you said with a weak voice.

It was dark and you couldn’t exactly see his face but you knew that he was smiling. „I could write a song about that“, he playfully huffed. His voice was warm again and you felt he was pulling you closer.

„I had to come when I heard you were coming“, he whispered.

„I’m so stupid. This happens all the time. I can’t keep myself up reasonable like every other girl on this planet can.“

Monty smiled again and took your hand. You pressed it and closed your eyes. Then you pressed his hand against your cheek.

„You’re not like other girls“, he added.

You shook your head heavily. „Why not?“

Montgomorey thought about it for a moment, then stroked your head gently and you could feel the panic leaving your body. He had this done so often before that you couldn’t count it. He had been there, writing your homework for you every once in a while. He had held your hand and kissed your cheek and your forehead and slept next to you, doing absolutely nothing.

And when you had felt like it, he had done more than nothing. Everything.

Pressed you against the wall and kissed you.

Kissed your whole body. Kissed the spots where no one on this earth had ever kissed you before. That’s where he had become more than just a normal friend…where he became that kind of friend. And as one of your rebellious, crazy, stupid, dumb actions you had decided to throw him out of your life completely. For a little second you had felt like he would take advantage of your crazy mess of feelings, what he never had done and never would. And you had thrown him away like trash.

And there the two of you were. He had rescued yourself from yourself again, without waiting a second.

„I said myself so often I don’t run after people and suddenly I’d run a damn marathon for you. You still think you want to be someone else?“

You shook your head. „But I’m a mess“, you whispered with a warning tone in your voice.

Monty pressed your hand again and helped you to sit up, so that you could look him in the eyes while you were talking.

„Nothing that I couldn’t clean up“, he grinned.

You smiled, too. And for a second you could smile without any pretending again, without any forces…You just smiled because you wanted to.

„Come on, I’ll take you home“, he said and made a move to stand up.

You touched his elbow to keep you down on the street. You didn’t want him to get up. To go anywhere. To leave you, even if it was only for a second. Suddenly you understood it. There was only once person you wanted around. For last six months at least. And you would never treat him like that again. At least you’d try not to.

„Wait. Monty …“, you started, but he pressed his finger on your lips, before you could keep talking. He gripped the back of your head so tight and pulled you closer. You felt warmth coming up in your body, when he pressed his lips on yours. You opened your mouth to let his kiss in, to let all of him into you. Your tongue played with the tip of his and you wanted more, more with every second. Trying to catch your breath you pulled your head back.

„Monty“, you started again, rushing this time.

He smiled and said only one thing, before he pulled you closer, to kiss you all over and over again.

„Hush, baby. I love you too…“

Everything We Can

Request: Can you do a Harrison Wells (any) where you were kidnapped by a meta and when they get you back you just kinda run to him and lots of fluff

For: Anony

Word Count: 1041

Originally posted by tomcavanugh

Everyone wanted to get you back, for a matter of reasons.

One, you were like family to team flash. Two, you were extremely knowledgeable in the field of meta-humans. And three, you knew how to shut Harrison up.

Which made sense, because you were his wife. 

And without you, they’d rather not deal with a frantic Harrison Wells.

So they were trying everything in their power to get you back.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I saw where you opened requests and I'm so excited because I loved your Sundance Kid series! Can I request a fic where McCree invites his fem!crush somewhere private to tell her how he feels since he can't seem to get it across to her with subtle flirting? (She's shy and finds it hard to banter back (/^.^\) Thanks!

Glad you like the series. Thank you for the request and I hope this is what you wanted. It took me a little longer than expected and its longer than I thought it would be!

You usually only came down to the shooting range to watch the others. You weren’t much of a shot and never were comfortable with a weapon in your hand. Technology and science were more down your alley. Since you were young, technology and science had fascinated you and that’s what you ended up doing with your life.

“Hey, sweet pea,” McCree calls out behind you and you turn to him with a smile. The cowboy had always been one your favorites.

“Hey there, McCree. I watched you shoot today. Looking good as always.” That seemed to boost his ego and he gave you a toothy smile.

“Not as good as I usually am though. My arm here has been actin’ a little funny – think you can look at it for me?” He holds his mechanical arm out towards you and you shake your head.

“Come with me to the lab and I’ll check it out.”

He walked silently beside you, twirling his six shooter every now and then with his flesh and blood arm.

“Are you nervous about something, McCree?” you ask him jokingly.

“Now what would I have to be nervous about, darlin’?” The truth was, he was ridiculously nervous and had nothing to do with his arm. In fact, there was nothing wrong with his arm, he just wanted to spend time with you.

You stop as you reach the door the lab and turn to McCree who seems to be a little too close to you all the sudden. “M-McCree,” he leans in closer and you take a deep breath.

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I need…I need you to put that cigarillo out before you come into the lab…please,” you add breathlessly. He smirks and nods, dropping the offending thing to the floor and stepping on it.

“You’re the boss,” he says, still too close to you.

“Yeah, don’t want anything accidentally exploding.” His eyes widen and he stands up straighter giving you room to move away and open the lab door. “So, what’s wrong with your arm?”

“Well, uh, it seems a lil stiff,” he lied.

“Where?” You hold your hands out and nod your head, waiting for him to show him your arm. He moved closer to you and held out his arm still not showing you where it was stiff. He wasn’t even looking at your arm, he was looking at you and you could feel yourself blushing. “McCree…”

“It’s Jesse.”

Jesse…could you please move your arm for me so I can diagnose the problem?”

He let out what sounded like a displeased grunt as you poked and prodded at his arm. You could still feel his eyes on you but you purposely avoided his gaze. “You sure are pretty,” he says suddenly.

“Oh…I…thank you, Mc-Jesse. I can’t find anything wrong. Maybe you should just try to take it a little easier on this arm for a bit.” You stand quickly and move away from him, feeling yourself getting warm again. “Is there anything else you needed?”

He wanted to say you. He wanted to say a little bit of your time, but he couldn’t bring himself to say either of those things. “No, sweetheart. Thank you. Guess I better just take your advice.”

“You do that and…I’ll see you later.”

He was about to speak when someone else came into the lab and caught your attention. He lingers for a moment and you look at him, “Did you need something else?”

“No, ma’am,” he gives you a forced smile and tips his hat before leaving.

You were busy in the lab for the next few hours and when you finally left, you went straight to your room to relax. The room was dark when you stepped in and you dropped your stuff into a chair before turning the light on. A piece of paper on the floor catches your eye and you bend to pick it up:

Meet me at the shooting range at 9,


What could he possibly want with you at the range this late? You look at the clock and realize its already 8:45. Looking down at what you were wearing, you shrug and tell yourself that will have to do; there was no time to change. Besides, there was no reason to get all fancy just to meet McCree at the range, right?

You make your way to the range, keeping a steady but calm pace. You didn’t want him to think you were rushing to see him but you also didn’t want him to think you stood him up.

“’Bout time you showed up,” Jesse says from the far corner of the range scaring you half to death. He made his way over to you, the ring of heat from his cigarillo shining a bit of light on his face.

“I’m actually a few minutes early, McCree,” you say nervously.


“Right. Jesse. So, what are we doing here? Are you going to show me how to shoot that Peacekeeper or something?” you joke.

“No, darlin’. I, well,” he takes his hat off and clears his throat, “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I’m listening.”

He hesitates for a moment then blurts out, “I like ya, alright?”


“I been tryin’ to tell you for the longest, but you’re so shy and sweet and it was just so hard to come out and say it. I didn’t wanna scare you away, sweet pea,” he finishes and you couldn’t think of anything to say which scared him because he started pacing. “Now, I’m gonna need you to say somethin’. I can’t have you bein’ quiet. My heart’s just beatin’ outta my chest right about now…”

“You’ve always been one of my favorites,” you admit.

“So, you’re sayin’ you like me too, huh?”

“Maybe…a little,” you tease.

“Hey there, don’t go hurtin’ my feelings.” He seemed to be feeling a lot better now that he had told you what he needed to tell you. “You mind if I walk you back to your room?” He offers you his arm and you take it.

“Not at all, Jesse.”

“Before we go though, I gotta ask…who’s your other favorite so I can rid of them as soon as possible?” He puts his free hand on his Peacekeeper and you laugh.

“You’re a troublemaker.”

“I am but I reckon that’s why I’m your favorite.”

You nod your head in agreement. There was no use in denying it any longer.

She's Like The Wind - Part Two

Summary: You have been blind for over 10 years. During the apocalypse, you use your utmost strength in order to survive while also fending off your mixed feelings for the big bad leader of your community, the Sanctuary.

Pairings: Negan x Blind Reader

Warnings: language. violence.

Note: the wives are in this chapter for like a second. but just fyi, they are very ooc for story purposes.

Both you and Jesse stood there in silence as Negan approached the scene. You heard Dwight chuckle lightly under his breath, and you knew that he was heavily debating about ratting on your best friend. Negan’s heavy footsteps ceased and you could guess that he was now only a few feet in front of you and Jesse. You swore that you could practically feel him smirking at the both of you.

“How are my two best guards doing on this fantastic damn day?” Negan’s voice blurted out, and you could sense a slight sarcasm in his careless tone.

“We’re doing fine, thank you.” You immediately spoke up in response with a firm tone. You knew that Jesse was scared, and that any response from him at the moment would be incomprehensible.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Genji, Jesse and Jack for how they deal with their s/o's ADHD pls?? (If you don't wanna write this, I completely understand why. No pressure)


  • Genji’s time with Zenyatta has given him great patience. It’s almost impossible to make the younger Shimada lose his composure, so your ADHD wouldn’t be much of an issue to him. His calm demeanor helps keep you from getting too distracted, though he’s more than happy to try and burn you out with physical activities. He’ll offer to spar, run, or even climb if you’re up for it, the choice is yours. Though he finds a great deal of relaxation in meditation, he’s doubtful that you would find the same relief in it, you’re welcome to try it though. Genji will try and keep you on task, though he’s a little more lenient than he should be, and he’ll always make sure you get a healthy amount of sleep. He keeps his body in top shape and is more than happy to put you through your paces, since it should help mellow you out. Think of Genji as your own personal trainer, he’s going to make sure your lifestyle is the pinnacle of health.


  • Jesse’s very much in tune with you, the two of you are almost on the same wavelength. He’s never had any issues paying attention, his mercenary work keeps him rather busy, as did his time in Blackwatch. But this is someone who’s spent plenty of time with Tracer, so he’s fairly accustomed to dealing with high energy individuals. He’ll try and keep you free from any major distractions, tending to stay with you to prevent you from straying off task. Jesse will be sure to remember any instructions or directions you’re given, just in case they happen to slip your mind, wouldn’t want you to get lost. He tries to focus on boosting your mood, feeling he’s more adept as assisting with more emotional feelings rather than being an expert at keeping a schedule. There are few people as mellow as Jesse McCree, and he’ll be sure to get you into his same style of relaxation.


  • Jack’s always been a stickler for details, keeping several copies of nearly every single document that crosses his desk, Strike-Commanders can’t afford to forget anything. Keeping people focused and on-task is something he’s become quite good at during his time with Overwatch, you’d be surprised at how hard it is to get the newer recruits to follow a schedule. If you feel like planning your day out would help, he’ll prepare a schedule for you to follow, making sure you know where you should be at any given time. He doesn’t want you wandering around directionless, it’s always good to have a task in mind. Jack’s more than happy to help you get organized, whether that’s preparing helpful lists for yourself or simply clearing the clutter off your desk. It’s not exactly thrilling to follow a schedule like he does, but it can help tremendously if you find yourself getting off-task.