Here’s a sneak peak of the seriously romantic McHanzo fic I wrote for the @mchanzine Bullseye! I can’t wait to share more with you guys when this goes live! It is going to be a freaking fantastic zine, and I am so, so honored to be a part of it.
i need a bechloe rent!au where beca is the ivy league “anal retentive” lawyer while chloe is the starving “ambitious af” performance artist. where they fall in love, get engaged, fight during the engagement party; in front of the bohemians(the bellas obv), but work through their problems and get back together on halloween
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Meg, Charlie and Amara.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Just swearing. And waaaaay too many eye rolls and sarcastic scowls. FLUFF! (Dean being a sweety)
Summary: College Au. Everyone meets up for drinks as friends usually do and things take a very interesting turn. The reader finally admits how she feels.
A/N: This is for @dancingalone21‘s AU Funny quote Challenge and I picked, “I have this code. No cash for ass.” I just wanna say congrats on 2K followers, your work is stellar and you deserve everyone of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading and if you thought it was great, feedback would be appreciated. Lots of love!
How would Hanzo react to seeing Jesse without his arm for the first time(say its undergoing maintenance)? What if Jesse felt embarrassed by it or tried to hide it from Hanzo?
this one hurt my heart but in the best way possible :, ) thank you anon!! Enjoy c: -KC
When Angela asked Jesse to come in for a check up on his prosthetic, he didn’t know she needed to keep it for at least a week.
“Now hold on ‘ere Ang, I can’t go around without an arm for a week.” Jesse was pleading, but trying not to show it.
“Jesse, I’m afraid your arm suffered more damage than I thought after the last mission.”
Jesse walked out of the doctors office, head down, and running straight for his room.
Hanzo hadn’t seen or heard from Jesse all day today, which is weird. He checked all of his usual spots; the kitchen, the TV room, gun range, and their secret spot on the roof. Still no Jesse. To say he was worried was an understatement.
It was noon when Hanzo noticed Jesse’s room door was closed and locked. He did some laundry and 'accidentally’ had one of Jesse’s shirts in the wash. When he tried to go in his room to drop it off, the door was locked. Hanzo pressed his ear against the door, wait, was someone crying in there?
Hanzo debated knocking for a few minutes, but he did anyway. He waited for a response, and when one didn’t come, he knocked again.
“Ang if you’re here with something other than my arm I swear t go-” When Jesse opened the door and saw his boyfriend, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Had Hanzo heard him right? He didn’t want to glance where Jesse’s arm was.
“Oh. Han. Hey.” Jesse wouldn’t look him in the eye and started moving to the side. Hanzo stepped in the room.
“Jesse, you worried me sick.”
He heard a sharp inhale as Jesse closed the door.
“Yeah, sorry 'bout that.” He heard the bed creak and McCree sat down. He had his back to hanzo, and he could see the limp sleeve on his body. His heart burned.
Hanzo climbed onto the bed and loosely wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.
Jesse laid a hand on Hanzo’s arm, and started crying once again.
“I didn’t want you to see me like this. I’m sorry if I worried ya.” He said through sobs.
Hanzo kissed his temple.
“Jesse, I love you for you. All of you. What you might not want me to see, I want you to know that I will accept it whenever you’re ready to show me. Please, don’t think I wouldn’t.” Hanzo said the last part as a whisper.
“It’s just, you don’t understand what it’s like to be useless without-” McCree sniffled.
“Jesse. There’s something I have to show you.”
Jesse turned around and stared as Hanzo sat back and lifted up the legs of his pants. Jesse sucked in a breath.
“You didn’t tell me you-” Hanzo cut him off with a kiss.
“I should’ve told you sooner. Please forgive me.”
Jesse returned the kiss.
“Don’t worry about it darlin’. I gotta show you something too.”
Jesse started removing his shirt. Slowly.
There, in front of Hanzo was a shirtless Jesse McCree. His skin was so tan, and scars lingered around his chest. Hanzo took his time in admiring Jesse. His eyes trailed up to his collarbones and down to his arm-oh.
Jesse’s arm stopped a little less than half from where his elbow used to be. The skin there looked rough. Hanzo swallowed.
It was a bold move to lean forward and kiss Jesse’s body everywhere, but he did it anyway.
I am so here for this.
Jesse flirting with Hanzo all the time through a practice mission, teasing him and saying dirty things while they weave in and out of a group training exercise. When it’s over, He’s pretty proud of himself, until Hanzo grabs him and ducks around a corner, pushing him up against a wall while they’re leaving. Everyone else is just around the corner, so close Jesse can hear them talking, and Hanzo has him pinned by the throat, palming him through his pants and leaving dark hickies on his skin, biting his ear while he growls out things that are so filthy he can hardly breathe. “You’re disgusting, getting hard like this with our team mates right there. You want them to see you, don’t you? See how filthy you are, getting off with me right here. Wait until we get back to the bunk, I’ll really show you what it means to be-” And it’s all too much, and Jesse cums in his pants, breathing all shallow and face flushed in embarrassment. Hanzo is surprised but suuuper turned on by it, but he scoffs and pulls away, saying something about how they better hurry back to their room before everyone sees how much of a quick shot he really is.