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Rules and Info

Fandoms I write for:

Overwatch

MCU

Dream Daddy

the arcana

However, you can send in requests for other Fandoms - I’ll then inform you whether I can write for it or not

Rules:

Put a plot! Or at least something I can work with! (The more specific, the easier it’ll be to write!)

Lemons are welcome (Noncon/Dubcon is off limits though. Don’t.)

Angst is also welcome (and very much encouraged!)

If you don’t specify whether you want Headcanons or a Oneshot, I’ll decide.

If you want a part 2 for any of the things I’ve already written - you’re encouraged to tell me so! 

Disclaimer: I write for Male Readers - it says it right there in the URL.

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Cowboy name change

Okay, so here’s how I’ll do it:

I will not go back and change his name in the mountains of previous stories I’ve written about him, for the sake of my own sanity.

If you want to read older stories, you’ll still find them on my Blog under tags like ‘Jesse McCree x male!reader’.

now with new stories, I will be using the new name - I guess depending on how Blizzard handles the lore stuff it’ll take some figuring out when a story is set, and then dependant on that use whatever name everyone would know him by, at that point?

I dunno, I’ll figure it out.

That being said: here’s my two cents on the new name.

Cassidy I like. Good last name.

Cole is...gonna take some getting used to. To say the least.

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and again: sorry for my seven months long disappearance from this blog.

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Cole Cassidy x Male!Reader - It’s gonna take some time

A/N: First things first: I just realized that I haven’t posted on this blog since March 24th and,,,I’m sorry. But here I am, in light of the Cowboy rename and because I gotta get used to the new name somehow I figured I might es well write a quick oneshot about it.

On that note: I haven’t written in more than a while, so I’m a little rusty. Which does show in this one.

“My real name...”, he starts off, already making you knit your eyebrows together. When he sat you down on your porch swing and said he needed to tell you something, that certainly wasn’t what you thought it would be.

“It’s Cole Cassidy.”

You blink, taken by surprise at the newly disclosed information. Your mouth half open, unable to find the words to reply to what your boyfriend of several years had just told you.

It’s one thing to be lied to, even for good reason, but it’s another to find out that your boyfriend has a completely different name from what he’d initially told you.

And that after almost a decade of being together.

You weren’t mad. You couldn’t bring yourself to be, knowing what his life had been like. If anything, shouldn’t you be surprised that you didn’t guess that Jesse McCree was not his real name?

But to look at the man you love, have loved for so many years, it felt...weird. Code names, fake names, all that wasn’t new to you. Hell, you had worked with people who never even told you any name at all.

A name change wasn’t a big deal to you, personally. Happens all the time. But this wasn’t a name change. It was him going back to who he’d been who knows how long ago.

“Darlin’? Could you...please say something?”, his voice snaps you right out of your contemplation and you refocus your view on his eyes, slightly startled.

Your lack of an answer must have worried the cowboy, because he looks devastated, searching for something - anything - in your eyes that might indicate what you’re thinking.

A little awkwardly, you extend your hand to him, which is met with a puzzled look on his part.

“It’s nice to meet you, Cole Cassidy.”, you say, and still looking at you like someone who just saw a dog driving a car, Cole Cassidy shakes your hand. 

His hand feels like it always does. Nothing has changed about the man you love. But you could feel that he was shaking. You couldn’t imagine how much it must’ve taken out of him to tell you this.

You quickly pull him into a hug and you can feel the tension leave his body as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“This doesn’t change anything for me. I hope you know that.”, you mumble into his hair and he holds you a little tighter. 

“I love you, Cole.”, you say, his new old name still feeling so different coming out of your mouth. You figured it would take some getting used to. But you felt that when you had said his name, he’d melted into your arms even more.

“I love you, Cole Cassidy.”, you mumble again, knowing that practice would make this perfect. He breathes in deeply as he loosens the hug to look into your eyes. And you could swear that there’s just the faintest lining of tears in them as he tells you:

“It feels so good to hear you say my name like that, sweetheart.”

[malexmalereader]

Hi can I request a Tony Stark x very handsome male reader (always wearing nice suits, working out but not buff just those damn eight packs,killing perfume...) and he’s a ceo in another company and tony works with the company just to see him?:3

Done! One down,,,32 to go. I'm sorry that I haven't written since November, but I just can't seem to find the time and motivation.

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Tony Stark x Male!Reader - 8p.m.

A/N: it's been five months, I'm so sorry. Hope this one's alright!

"Ah, good morning Mister Stark.", That's all it took to render Tony momentarily speechless every other week. All it took was your incredibly charming, warm smile to send his brain into a full shutdown.

Your company hadn't been working with Stark Industries for long, but it was definitely long enough for Tony to realize that he wasn't as straight as he had initially thought.

The way you held yourself, a confident, yet approachable attitude, the way you ran your fingers through your hair and rolled up your sleeves - it seemed like everything about you was attractive beyond compare.

"So, what do you say?", Tony snapped out of his haze, meeting your eyes - a distinct curiosity gleaming in them as you lean against the wall, arms crossed after making your offer.

An offer Tony hadn't heard because he was too busy gawking.

"I'm...sorry. What was that?", he asks, not quite sure where or how to look at you - he wasn't used to being anywhere near this nervous around attractive people. But around you he felt as though he has lost a certain amount of control over the way his heart beats and how air was supposed to fill his lungs.

"I asked if you wanted to get a drink tonight.", you repeated yourself, a soft smile on your face. You had been slightly thrown of your rhythm by how different Tony Stark had been, compared to what you'd always been told - be it by the media or friends.

You had found him to be rather good company, not anywhere near as arrogant and careless as people accused him of being. Quite the opposite - sure, Tony Stark had insane amounts of self confidence, when the two of you were talking business at least, but he'd also proven himself to be cautious and somewhat of an overthinker.

"Yes, yes of course I'd-", he begins stumbling over his words and you can't help but raise your eyebrows and smile. Never in your keenest dreams would you have thought that THE Tony Stark would get flustered in your presence. 

"I'd lo- like to.", he catches himself in the moment, not wanting to seem too eager, scaring you off was the last thing he wanted.

"What are we celebrating?", he asks, trying a little too hard to be casual about inquiring your intentions.

"Oh, it's not- I thought more of it as just a night out on the town. To get to know each other better. There's no...special occasion, so to speak.", while you answered, little did Tony know that you were also trying your best to not come on too strong.

As human as you'd seen Tony Stark, working together with him - you'd always heeded a bit of a celebrity crush on the man, if only for his good looks at first - but now that you were getting to know him as a person, you could slowly feel yourself falling.

Well, less slowly and more resembling the feeling of having a rug pulled out right underneath your feet.

There's an awkward silence over the room as Tony tries to find a cool, charming answer. Unfortunately, the best his brain could come up with at the moment was: "Is...Eight alright?"

You blink slowly, a little surprised that he hadn't shot you down.

"Yes, yes of course it is-", that's all it took for you to say for Tony to respond with a quick 'Great!' before turning on his heel and walking away, fumbling to get his hands into the pockets of his jacket, before realising that there were no pockets.

And as you see him walk away, you can feel your heart beating just a little faster.

[malexmalereader]

I know I haven't written anything in forever BUT LOOK AT HIM I'M IN LOVE GUYS I CAN'T HE'S SO PRETTY

Sir,,,,,SIR

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Me: I don't know, I don't really have a type

Also me:

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Can't believe I haven't added this bastard yet

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Do you think you could write a Castiel Male reader where the reader is a total atheist, but Cas has been sent down to protect him, and the reader refuses to believe that Cas is an Angel no matter what he tries until one day Cas has to kill a demon that was trying to attack the reader?

I’m genuinely sorry that it took forever, I don’t even remember how long it was sitting in my drafts half finished - but now it’s done and I hope it’s alright!

[malexmalereader]

Castiel x Male!Reader - Graveyard Work

A/N: Yes I am alive, but still pretty busy, hope this ones alright, i haven’t watched supernatural in a hot while and have since forgotten everything about it that i ever knew.

"You're...an Angel?"

"Yes."

"Sent down to protect me? Me specifically?"

"Correct."

"Yeah, sure, and I'm the goddamn queen of England.”

The first conversation you had with this man had ended like that, leaving you annoyed and irritated.

He'd shown up one day, at the graveyard you work at and proclaimed that he is Castiel. Your guardian angel, sent down to protect you. From what, he didn't say. Which was one of the many reasons of your suspicion.

Not only were you an atheist, no, you also weren't superstitious in the slightest.

Sure, things go bump in the night - but honestly? The wind, the old building and the incredibly loud neighbors were a better explanation than anything else.

More reassuring as well.

Working at a graveyard was set for encounters like that - some people enjoy scaring or confusing others. But since you’d worked there for years the man was just one in a long line of mediocre pranks - though usually executed by teenagers and not good looking, middle aged men in Trenchcoats - that’s a whole different kind of creep, in your humble experience.

Now, as you’re doing your usual rounds, watering flowers and cleaning up here and there, you’re feeling a little uneasy.

Maybe it was the Gas-Station Tuna sandwich you had for dinner, sending your stomach twisting and turning. But the uneasy feeling in your back surely wasn’t coming from that. 

Ever so often you throw a look over your shoulder, paranoia creeping up your back. You hum a song to yourself, thinking that surely no one would kill you to the gentle beat of a 90s pop classic.

You go to water a few roses on a grave, just to discover that your watering can is empty. With a sigh you turn on your heal, heading to the nearest well. You dread it already as you barely see it in the inky black shadows and curse yourself out for not having fixed the lantern above it yet. 

Building up all your courage you take a deep breath and straighten your back, taking confident, heavy steps to the well.

If there was one thing you hated about the Winter, it surely was how early the sun set. You keep humming as you fill up the watering can, though your jaw is clenched in discomfort. 

You practically jump out of your skin as you hear unusually heavy footsteps behind you, too startled to turn around, frozen in place. Your grip on the watering can is so tight that you can feel the shitty plastic give in slightly.

Another set of footsteps approaches the exact moment that a hand graces your shoulder. And before whoever it is can grap a hold of you any more - you hear a weird shifting sound. 

Then a light illuminates from behind you, sending your surroundings into a warm glow. It would almost look nice, if it weren’t for the painfully agonizing scream of whoever had their disgusting hand on you just a second ago.

The light fades, and all noise quiets down. 

You let out the breath you were holding and wearily turn around, still holding onto your only weapon in form of the watering can, threateningly holding it out in front of you - as much as it would allow anyway.

Your eyes widen at the sight - in front of you, mere feet away, is the trenchcoat freak, blade in his hand.

At your feet is what you assume to be a dead body.

You open your mouth to express anything really, but words seem to have evaded you. 

“Do not be afraid.”, Castiel says, looking at you a little too fondly for your taste.

You stammer out a few tones that can barely qualify as words before gathering yourself.

“What the fuck just happened?!”, you exclaim, a little louder than intended. You had a pretty good idea of what just happened. Apparently someone was just murdered on the goddamn graveyard you work at. With your luck you thought, surely you’re the next victim of this Wannabe-Trenchcoat wearing Angel.

“I protected you.”, he now states, hand gesturing down to the dead man at your feet.

At this second, closer look you realize that he does not look quite like a man. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but there was something inheretly inhuman about him. Like someone that didn’t quite know what a man looked like tried to put one together.

 Only now you’re noticing that whatever he holds in his limb hand - whatever it was, it surely was some sort of weapon, though you had never seen anything quite like it - was surely intended to make it’s way into your back with a stab.

“I...So you dont plan on killing me?”, you carefully inquire, still high on your guard as ever. Even if you weren’t dying today, what were you going to do about the situation at hand? Call the Police, probably? Right? Questions swirl in your head as Castiel shoots you a questioning look.

“Of course not. I told you at our first meeting that I was sent to protect you. Killing you would be complete opposite of that.”, he explains, eyebrows knitted together like you were the weird one.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and put down the watering can, guestering with your now free hand for him to hold on a second as you think about what to do next.

“Okay, how about you do something to get rid of that dead man-creature-thing and then you can explain to me in great and grand detail what the hell all that was about?”, you propose with a sigh, too shaken to question what was going on any further.

Castiel nods, apparently already getting ready to work with getting rid of the body as he kneels down next to it.

You decide that you don’t need to see this.

“I’ll wait for you in the chapel, if you try to pull anything weird I’m gonna beat your face in with a candlestick or something.” your threat was empty and you knew it as you slowly backed away, keeping your eyes on the man for a short while before power walking to the chapel and dropping down on the floor.

And you knew with certainty that your life would never bee the same again.

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since requests are open and you write for mcu: peter parker amd reader are dating but they don’t know peter is spiderman and reader is actually a villain

Peter Parker x Male!Reader -Skyfall

A/N: Yes hello I'm proud of myself that I finally managed to write something okay cool hope this is okay

"So, this is how it ends, huh?", you ask, your hands around his neck, not quite choking your opponent just yet.

He turns his head away, trying to catch a glimpse of what's to happen once you let go of him - and the answer to that was anything but reassuring. 

Leaning dangerously close over the edge of the roof, his hands tied behind his back, it was only a matter of time until you would get your plan through.

"You won't get away with this.", His voice is strained and full of emotion, oh so passionate about saving the world, or more specifically, New York. Not even the whole state, just New York City. Scratch that, not New York City either - merely Queens. Just Queens.

"Oh, you'd be surprised, Spidey.", you chuckle, taking your time to look over the City below.

"Today Queens, Tomorrow the world.", you sound so proud of yourself. So sure. Like salvation is what you'll get once your plan's through.

"Alright then, one last thing before I guarantee your metaphorical and literal downfall," you begin, removing one hand from his neck, the grip of the other tightening around it - you didn't want him to fall too early after all, which is a lot more complicated with just one hand.

"Or the suspense will kill me sooner or later…", you breathe out, tracing your fingers over his neck in a surprisingly gentle motion before you find where his mask attaches to the suit.

You let a finger slide under the fabric while taking one last good look at the mask.

"Let's see if this changes my opinion of you, you spandex clad genius."

In one swift motion, you pull the mask off of him and - in a moment of utter surprise and shock - almost drop Spiderman. 

For a short moment that feels like an eternity your world stops in its tracks - and god you're grateful that you yourself are wearing a mask. 

"...Peter?", you breathe out, your hands shaking violently. 

He notices this, glancing down at the traffic again, his eyes widening in panic. 

"You know me?", He wheezes out and you grit your teeth together.

Your body seems to move on its own as you pull Peter away from the edge and gently sit him down. 

His eyes, desperate for answers, try to catch yours, but if there's one thing you know not to do right now is to give in.

He can't know.

He shouldn't know, ever, under any circumstances.

You take a deep breath, regaining your composure.

"I know you. But let's hope you'll never know me.", It works. But only until Peter realizes that he does in fact know you, better than anyone else even. Or so he had thought.

But it appears that there's always something that goes unspoken.

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Reblogging this once more cause I was going through my old stuff and remembered how much I like this one!

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Jesse McCree x Male!Reader - Wildflowers

A/N: No one asked for this, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Lately I haven't been able too put a lot of effort into my work, so I hope this is alright.

TW: Angst, Death of a Parent

Contently, Jesse looks over the field. Flowers growing in all sorts of colours, the apple trees casting long shadows in the setting sun.

You are right next to him, keeping an eye on your daughter who is joyfully jumping through the field, your dog following along just as happily.

With a yawn you lean your head against your husband's shoulder.

Jesse lets out a low chuckle and wraps an arm around you, gently stroking your side with his hand.

"Who'd've ever thought we'd get to live this kind of quiet life, huh?", he sighs, his smile growing brighter as your daughter and dog change course to run back to you.

"I picked flowers for you! I wanna make a flowercrown!", the young girl exclaims, dropping a variety of wildflowers on your picknick blanket as the dog already curls up next to you to take a nap.

"Alright dad?"

"Dad?", Jesse's eyes shoot open, meeting those of his daughter. He blinks confusedly a few times, before the ache in his back pulls him back into reality.

He's sitting on the old porch swing, dressed in black. His greying hair is falling into his visibly older face, which seems to age just a little more as he fully realizes where he is.

"Dad, are you alright?", your daughter asks, concern in her eyes, knowing full well that he wasn't, no matter what he said.

In the ten years that you'd been gone, Jesse had never quite gotten used to everything without the love of his life.

Mornings were too quiet without you next to him in bed, he could barely remember to eat breakfast for the longest time.

Making any meal was a chore, as was keeping the house clean and the land around it as beautiful as it had been when you were there with him.

Sure, chores were chores even back then, but the big difference you had made was only something he realized after you'd been taken.

Too early and far too suddenly death had gotten the better of you - leaving Jesse alone with the dog and the light of your lives, your daughter.

"I'm alright Pumpkin' just...needed a nap.", he assures her, patting the empty space on the swing next to him, prompting her to sit down.

She forms a weak smile and plops down next to him, following his view over the fields. 

The early fall sun shines a pleasant light over the scenery, covered up enough by light clouds to not blind anyone who dared to look up.

Your daughter's view only falls back on her dad as she hers him let out a muffled sob into his hand.

He's looking down again, his shoulders hanging, his other hand gripping tightly onto his thigh, obviously focused on not breaking down in tears of utter sorrow.

Your daughter gently puts a hand on his back, unsure if there was - or ever would be - any way to comfort him in these moments.

No words seemed big enough to commemorate the feelings and thoughts coming to mind when she thought about how happy her dad's had been together at home.

So she can just repeat what they'd said to each other a million times ever since her Father had passed.

"I miss him, too.", her voice is low and a little shaky as she breathes out the words, worried eyes still lingering on Jesse.

He slowly lifts his head before pulling your daughter into a tight embrace.

"Y'know, Pops would probably not be thrilled to know that we're spendin' his Birthday crying our eyes out, right?", your daughter wheezes. Jesse's hugs had always been strong - especially when he was overcome with emotions.

He parts from his daughter to look into her face, a small smile forming on his own, tears still glistening in the corners of his eyes.

"Hate to admit it, but you're right.", he chuckles and stands up from the porch swing with a groan.

"How 'bout we pay him a lil visit? you can pick a few flowers from the field as a birthday gift."

With a nod, your daughter gets up, a newfound pep in her step, so glad to see her widowed father gathering the spirits to even propose a trip to the graveyard.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Hanzo Shimada x Male Reader where the reader went into hiding after the whole fall of the Shimada Clan and Hanzo seeing him while on his travels.

Done, hope it's alright ✌️

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Hanzo Shimada x Male!Reader - You always meet twice

A/N: I know it has been ages since I've posted writing, I'm sorry, you guys no the drill. Hope you enjoy this one!

They say you always meet twice in life.

You'd shrugged the statement off as yet another cry of hope for that pretty stranger you'd see on the subway, or the nice lady paying off the rest of your lunch at a restaurant when your money was running low - but certainly not for the man sitting on a bench, staring over the lake.

You'd left more than a decade ago, hadn't been anywhere near Japan for so many years, and yet somehow, on this quiet Sunday afternoon you see him.

Just his backside, but without a doubt - him.

Why here? For all you had known, he was travelling around the world as well, so why - why of all places - did it have to be here that you saw him again?

You'd recognize the stupidly broad shoulders and the dark hair anywhere, not to mention the jacket that you had bought for him all those years ago.

Anxiously, you look around. You could turn on your heel, leave the park and take the long way around to avoid walking past him.

Get to the next best airport and fly away to literally any other place.

You could leave and not have to confront anything that had happened - not ask about the clan, or his brother, or anything that had made you leave in the dead of night all those years ago.

But before your feet can carry you far, far away - Hanzo gets up. And you're frozen on the spot, fists balling up in the pockets of your jackets, your fingernails almost digging into the palms of your hands.

He turns around, brushes some stray hair from his face and before you can react, walk or even turn away, he's staring right at you.

Right into your eyes, his widening in surprise, his eyebrows raised higher than you'd ever seen anyone raise their eyebrows.

It was a stupid look. But goddammit if you didn't snort about it - you couldn't help it, the situation was ridiculous enough, but how were you even supposed to stay serious when Hanzo stared at you like a deer in the headlights? 

After you compose yourself from chuckling and look back up, a smile still on your face, you see that Hanzo is approaching you with an unbelievably steady step, eyes so focused on you that you unintentionally take a few steps back as he comes closer.

He comes to a stop, looking you up and down frantically, before pulling you into a hug.

You had to admit, out of all things you had imagined that could happen - this was the least expected.

Unsure of what else to do, you wrap your arms around him as well and carefully pat his back, awaiting his first over the top dramatic words upon meeting you again.

But it's no words, it's a muffled sob into your shoulder as his arms loosen around you, so that they can defeatedly hang down at his sides. 

You part from him, nudge him up with your shoulder to look into his face, his eyes glancing away from you.

You could feels your eyebrows knitting together in worry as you realize how beat up and lost he looks. 

He stands before you, a shadow of the seemingly cold, cruel man that you knew him as. That he'd made you believe he was. 

But before you can ask him what's wrong, or say anything at all, he lifts his head, opens his mouth and utters words that you'd never dared to imagine coming out of his mouth, especially not with such a pained look in his dark eyes:

"Please, please forgive me." 

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Quick question, I see MCU on there... does that include Agents of Shield? If not that's totally fine!

Sorry, I haven't watched Agents of Shield!

(But I have watched Agent Carter so if anyone would want some young Howard stark 👀👀👀 Perhaps some Jack Thompson 👀 let me know)

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My mood: :(

Me: *sees a bear*

My mood: :)

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Jesse McCree x Male!Reader - Confess it, else I'll take it to my grave

A/N: it's here. Part 2 to a oneshot written quite some time ago, requested by @madeofunicorns111813 - sorry it took so long - I also took some liberties with the request, hope it's not too bad either way!

Part 1:

McCree - 25 & 42

Your McCree stuff is the most important thing to me on this planet so can I please get 25 and/or 42 with McCree for the prompt thingy. McCr

Part 2:

As you slowly open your eyes again, waking from your nap, it's pitch black outside - only a small lantern on the porch spending some light, that illuminates a few more bottles of whiskey and cans of beer standing around the porch swing, mainly where Jesse had sat earlier.

The amount of them made you shake your head in amusement - he must be drunk as balls by now, if he hasn't passed out somewhere else yet. 

Now there was no sign of him, not the gentle feeling of his arms around you, no indication where he might be gone - only his scent faintly lingering in the air.

You stretch and sit up straight, taking a deep, content breath. 

You check your wristwatch and let out an impressed whistle - you'd slept on that old, only mildly comfortable porch swing from what must've been 10 p.m. to somewhere around two in the morning.

You hear the front door open, Jesse's heavy steps a little uneven as he saunter back over to the porch swing, barely acknowledging you.

In his hand he has a glass of water, sighing deeply before downing it in one go. You fondly watch as he spills just a bit of water, that drips down his beard and stains his shirt. 

He sets down the glass and sighs once more, staring of into the vast emptiness of the seemingly never ending fields.

"I reckon, and please take my word on this one - it might just be bedtime for the two of us.", you chuckle as you watch him clumsily trying to get up, setting you swinging ever so slightly.

"You ain't the boss o' me-", he says, a few hiccups interrupting him as he stumbles his way forward.

You roll your eyes and get up as well, offering to be his arm rest and crutch, but instead of throwing an arm over your shoulder he wraps you up in a big hug.

"I'm really glad to be back here-", he slurs, headbutting into your neck with a little more force than he meant to.

You pat his back, letting out another chuckle. 

"I know man, I know. You've mentioned it a couple of times.", you calmly state, not too surprised by his emotional outburst - even way back when you were younger he had the habit of getting sappy when he let his guard down - either with the help of alcohol or not.

"Nah, you ain't hearing me Darlin'...", He mumbles against your neck, his beard tickling you, before lazily lifting his head to look into your face.

His right hand finds its way to gently cup your cheek and you feel your face grow a little warmer, as you realize how close he is to you. Granted, you were a little surprised and conflicted about whether it's just the alcohol getting the best of both of you.

But god damn it, if his face didn't look stupidly handsome in the low light of the lantern, making his eyes sparkle as he looks at you with such fondness.

"God, I love you so much…", He says, his voice low as his thumb strokes your cheek.

You swallow harshly, trying to avert your eyes away from him - though you had not completely slept the whiskey from your mind yet, you didn't want to get caught up in something that Jesse might not even mean. 

But there was just something so captivating about the way he was looking at you - something you had longed for for almost three decades.

"Y'know, back when we were kids my Ma would tease me 'bout how much I talked about you…", he chuckles as he slurs on "And I'd always tell 'er that she got it all wrong. (Y/N) ain't nothing but a friend, he's just real cool, just my ride or die guy for when times get tough."

A corner of your mouth twitches up into a slight smile at the mention of Jesse's Mother - she was a really sweet lady, always had apple pie ready when you and Jesse came back from a days adventure. 

It wasn't until she remarried back when Jesse was 17 that all went downhill.

"But I think she knew I was lyin'. Could see it in her eyes. I bet right now she's looking down at me from the heavens thinking to herself 'told ya so, boy.'", Jesse sighs, pulling you a little closer.

"For the longest time I thought I'd marry you. At some point I would've asked you out, real sweet, had it all planned.", as he keeps talking, you swear his voice is getting weaker and his eyes are getting watery - though you wouldn't bet on it.

You gently stroke his back as he keeps talking.

"I wanted to- I wanted to take you out to sit on that ol' abandoned truck at the very back of my Ma's farm. We would've sat down on the back, under that really ugly lookin' cherry tree. There- there was a meteor shower that night.", His eyes slowly drift away from you as he keeps talking, his hand finding its way down your arm, hesitantly lingering at your fingers.

"I had my whole life figured out - I'd tell you, and you'd tell me that you'd always liked me too, and we'd've kissed under the moonlight and all that. We'd've-", he chuckles slightly "We would've finished school, and gone to prom, and then we'd have gotten jobs and get married…"

He lets out a shaky breath.

"I wanted to- I wanted to have a big, sweet wedding on your Mommas' farm, and then we'd've settled down a little further out - but not too far away from our families. So that when we would have had children they could always celebrate their birthdays with their grandparents an' aunts an' uncles an' cousins."

You sigh and intertwine your fingers with his, bringing the hand that had previously stroked his back to his cheek.

You tenderly wipe a tear away with your thumb, guiding his head back to look at you again.

"I'm- I couldn't. I couldn't tell you. Thought you'd say no... I was too much of a coward. And then- the whole thing with my stepdad happened...Ma told me she was remarrying and I just- I just left- and left you, and her, and he got her and hurt her and I didn't even- I didn't even say goodbye to her I-", he chokes up, lowering his head, his eyes closed as he sobs just the slightest bit.

Unsure of what else to do, you squeeze his hand and wipe some stray hair from his face, encouraging him to look at you again.

He carefully opens his eyes, glancing into yours.

"And yesterday, when I came back you just...you welcomed me with open arms and just- you- I don't deserve you. I don't deserve any of your hospitality and all that…I've- Darlin', I'm the absolute worst.", Tears keeps spilling from his eyes as he rambles on.

You let go of his hand just to wrap your arm around his waist and pull him closer.

"I'm gonna have to disagree with that statement, cowboy.", you smile slightly as his expression changed from sad to slightly confused as you glance at his lips for a short moment, before looking back into his eyes.

His gaze flickers from your own lips, to your eyes and then back to your lips.

And as you pull him closer and closer, until your lips meet for a gentle kiss it feels as though time has stopped in its tracks.

His are slightly chapped, taste like all kinds of alcohol and he still reeks of smoke, but right now you couldn't care less as you close your eyes and melt into the kiss.

You can feel Jesse's shoulders relax as his hands roam around your back and up and down your arms.

And when you part he looks just a little more baffled than before. Though there's also a love struck glaze over his eyes.

"Sweetheart, I- I don't think I understand.", He says, almost breathless, a big, dumb grin on his face.

"And I thought that would get my point across just fine.", you giggle, pressing another soft kiss to his cheek.

"After all this time, I don't think there's a single thing in this world that could make me not love you, Jesse.", you confess.

Jesse's eyes widen and he practically tackles you with another kiss. You don't care about the bottles and cans you knock over with your feet as he makes the two of you stumble back on the porch, back down on the swing.

And it doesn't even bother you when the lantern loses its light - if you were afraid of the dark before, right in this moment it simply didn't matter. 

Jesse had you encased in his arms, and by what you could tell, you wouldn't ever have to worry about being alone again.

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Fandoms I officially write for: Overwatch MCU Dream Daddy (Supernatural) However, you can send in requests for other Fandoms - I’ll then inf

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