#flcshbangin

[excineris-a-blog]

did you miss me?

( unprompted, because becks loves me / @flcshbangin )

   The smile that crosses his features is borderline sheepish, and blue eyes drop toward the floor. His heart absolutely swells in the gunslinger’s presence, happy to see him, happy to hear his voice, happy to be alive. He is very nearly bursting at the seams, but he manages somehow to keep himself together, to keep himself relatively calm. He hasn’t yet thrown himself upon Jesse, and he considers that a small victory.

   ❝ Are you kidding? ❞ Gaze shifting back to the cowboy ( because heaven forbid he look away from that stunning sight for more than a few seconds ), Jack’s smile widens. God, he hasn’t been nearly this happy since the old days, when Jesse was still around and things weren’t good but with him, they were bearable. He always seemed to manage a little better when the gunslinger was there, stopping by to bring Jack lunch or pulling him away from work, insisting he take a much-needed break. Those moments, however small, were what kept him going despite his stress. Those moments were everything. Then Jesse was gone.

   He should have known better than to think it would last. No one would voluntarily stick around that long when Jack was slowly unraveling, and things only got worse after Jesse left, anyway. Tensions were high all across the globe and within the organization, and had Jesse stuck around, he would have seen Jack cry far more times than anyone should. Still, it hurt like hell when the cowboy disappeared. It felt like betrayal. It still stings, underneath all of the relief, the hope, the joy. There’s still something there, a thorn on a rose.

   But it doesn’t matter. ❝ Of course I missed you. Come here – stop making me wait. ❞ Gripping fistfuls of Jesse’s serape, Jack tugs him in, locks him in a deep, loving kiss. It’s everything he’s wanted in the past few years and more. Jesse tastes like an end to grief, immeasurable bliss. Jesse tastes like a cigarette after sex. Jesse tastes like Jesse. It’s been so long, but every bit of the kiss is familiar. When Jack pulls away, it’s to press his forehead against the other man’s, a contented sigh escaping his lips. ❝ Don’t ever leave me again. ❞

[viperstruck-blog]

@flcshbangin / ♡ !!

❝ wouldn’t have been caught if the cops hadn’t already been nearby. ❞

the first cigarette after a brief stay in jail is certainly sweeter than any other smoke, and as elizabeth lights the end of hers, she takes a slow drag to savor the taste. she sets the pack down on the cement between herself and jesse where they sit atop the steps to her elegant home, the light near the door illuminating the cool night. she swats away a moth as she exhales smoke.

❝ i almost got outta there fast enough. still don’t regret it, though. it was such a rush -- ‘til the cops got me, at least. ❞ light laughter spills from lips wiped clean of color, bare as they only are in the comfort of her own home. jesse is one of the few people allowed to see her without her face on, and she’s not sure he even appreciates the honor. ❝ you oughta come with next time. we could rob someone blind, you and i. we could take whatever we want, and if the cops come for us, we can just get the hell outta dodge, y’know? ❞

it should be a joke. it’s a pipe dream, living the sort of lifestyle only seen in stories, but the smile she stares at her friend with is genuine and lacking in any humor. though she would likely never admit it, elizabeth is a dreamer, and running off on some sort of bonnie and clyde adventure is her recurring dream. she is young and hopeful, and the taste of a life of crime mccree has given her has only fueled that fire. ❝ we’d just have to make a pit stop to grab bob, of course. ❞

[excineris-a-blog]

Y'know, coffee is great an' all, but it tastes better off your lips.

   It’s a sheepish smile that tugs at his lips. He’s always been rather bashful when it comes to Jesse – never before has he been so horribly weak for someone. He laughs softly, blue eyes full of adoration. ❝ I’m glad. ❞ He curls a hand around the soft nape of the gunslinger’s neck, gently tugs him in for another kiss. He’s never happier than he is when Jesse is around. ❝ I’m also glad you forced me to take a break from work. I needed it. ❞

[excineris-a-blog]

   While he had been aware it wouldn’t be easy, he didn’t think it would be outright impossible to locate the gunslinger -- yet he’s been travelling for some time now, tracking clues and following a flimsy trail with no luck. In theory, he should have found him by now. He knows how Jesse’s mind works, and he’s definitely found traces of him left behind in various towns. It’s as if he knows someone is actively looking for him ... and maybe he even knows it’s Jack.

   They were no longer together at the end, but it was hardly a lack of love for each other that tore them apart. It was the stress and tension that drove them away from each other. Jack, toward the end of it all, was a rubber band stretched to its limit, always ready to snap. He was left mentally and emotionally incapable of caring for someone the way Jesse deserved to be cared for, and on top of that, the gunslinger had problems of his own stemming from Bla.ckwatch and the ever worsening liability that was Gabriel Re.yes. The man was volatile; Jesse couldn’t save him, but he tried. He and Jack both did. In the end, by the time of Jack’s supposed death, he and the love of his life were friends at best.

   He wants to find him, wants to show him that he’s alive, that he’s not well but managing. Unfortunately, it seems as though Jesse doesn’t want to be found. It’s fair enough, really. Jack thinks he deserves this -- to forever yearn for closure he won’t receive. After all, wasn’t he himself who figuratively shot their relationship in the head? He still blames himself, and now he’s certain he will never get to atone for his sins. Defeated, he drags himself back to his nearest safehouse, ready to drink and sleep off the looming bout of depression.

   While he finds no outward traces of an intruder, the hairs at the nape of his neck bristle beneath fabric. Something is off. Jack draws the pistol from his hip, having left his pulse rifle behind at the house. The hefty thing isn’t always good for stealth, and he hadn’t anticipated any gunfights, anyway. Readying the firearm, he quietly turns the knob and throws the door open, pistol aimed at a man who already has his own gun trained on Jack. It doesn’t matter, because once he realizes who is sitting in his chair, he lowers his weapon immediately. He wants to remove his visor, but his arms feel like jelly and he can’t seem to make any sort of move.

   ❝ ... Jesse. ❞ Lackluster, he knows, but his heart beats heavy in his chest and his gut churns. Part of him expects to hear a gunshot, then nothing more. Is Jesse going to kill him? He deserves it. ❝ I ... was looking for you. ❞

( @flcshbangin / plotted ! )

[excineris-a-blog]

😡💭

😡What are their deal breakers?

oh, god. jack is a pretty easygoing guy and can put up with a lot, but someone being very self-absorbed really puts him off. being rather selfless (though he wouldn’t claim to be), he does not like it when all someone can focus on is themselves.

💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

jack is a horrible insomniac and i feel like we all know this by now. however, if he is in bed with someone he trusts and loves, he’s so much more likely to actually sleep because he feels safe and relaxed. so since anxiety and stress are what keep him awake, having someone cuddling up to him who dissolves those things is a godsend.

jack in romance / not accepting / @flcshbangin

[excineris-a-blog]

   There is a time and a place for romance. It requires favorable conditions to thrive, and Ov.erwatch is not unlike a downpour over a bonfire or unrelenting sunshine draining the life from a young plant. The Commander’s schedule is hectic and exhausting, leaving little time for relaxation, let alone for maintaining friendships or -- god forbid -- a romantic relationship. He knows that; still, he has developed a close friendship with a Blackwatch agent of all people, a man with missions of his own, a clashing schedule.

   What’s worse is how he’s allowed it to grow into something else. Simple negligence, perhaps, but he has to wonder if it’s not due in part to his own loneliness that he’s ignored all the signs. He’s a smart man, but it was all too easy to tuck his reservations of the entire thing into the deeper corners of his mind. Now, though, as things continue to escalate toward romance, he can’t ignore it. Not when his feelings are so strong.

   Long strides carry him quickly to the dropship bay, where a Blackwatch ship will be landing any moment. He arrives in time to greet Gabriel with a pat on the shoulder and a quick word as the group steps off the ship, then blue eyes focus on Jesse. ❝ I’m glad to hear the mission went well, Mccree. ❞ He manages a smile despite the weight of the stress upon his shoulders. It’s always a little easier around the gunslinger. ❝ I’d like to talk to you when you get a chance. ❞

plotted with @flcshbangin

[plcytowin]

flcshbangin replied to your post: ✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

it’s okay. this is a safe space. fandom is a piece of shit. cry ur heart out until you feel better

lays down

thank u friend ;o;

[plcytowin]

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

the mun’s interpretation | accepting!

✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?

ooooooo binch.

1) she’s…. not….. your…. daughter….. @ anyone in overwatch, sHE IS NOT!! YOUR DAUGHTER !! this fanart bullshit of dva being a literal 4 year old child in a baby bjorn while soldier carries her around in a dad snapback is TOO. MUCH. fuckin STOP.

2) on that note, SHE’S ALSO NOT…. A SEX TOY…… she’s an adult ( legally, 19. i aged her up to 21 for my own personal comfort since i’m 25 ), so yes, she’s “””legal”””, but??? stop??? using her as ???? canon fodder for ur weird hentai porn shit ????

3) on THAT note, SHE IS STILL AN ADULT !!! writing isn’t about shipping, i kno that 10000%. but sometimes? it’s sad to sit on my dash and see everyone interacting with each other for relationships – platonic or romantic – and seeing hana as nothing more than a “daughter figure”, or “The Young One ™”. she’s an adult !! treat her like an adult !! please !!!

4) gremlin dva doesn’t exist sorry i dont make the rules stop it right now with that nonsense do not ever come 2 me and say lol here’s some mountain dew and doritos !! bc hana and i will thROW IT IN UR FACE SCRUB LORD

5) sadly this isnt unpopular but i wish she didn’t use so much game/chat speak in actual every day conversation, i think blizzard went a lil overboard with that stuff.

i think…. that’s all of my salt. i just want ppl 2 treat hana like they treat everyone else in the game and not like, coddle her?? idk. shes a grown up. let her be a grown up.