#pumpkin!reader

[tacticalvisor76]

Oooo!!!!! Would you be open to doing another part for Deadlock!Jesse and pumpkin!reader?!! It has me reeeellliiinnnggg!!!!! Anytine I see something from you guys it just lights up my world and being swamped with finals yalls blog like my little happy place. I hope you guys will still be around even after the 17th.... Have a good day you two!!!

a/n: here you go sweetie and no worries mod knight and i plan on sticking around until tumblr decides to nuke all content. and good luck on your finals sweetie! you’re going to kick so much ass!!! 

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McCree really was gone and he did not come back. A few days turned to weeks, weeks into months and months into years. You didn’t see hide nor hair of Jesse McCree walking around Route 66 or stepping foot into the Paranormal Diner after that day. You’d be lying if you didn’t look up from your duties whenever that little entryway bell chimed, your heart would slam against your chest, only to fall down into your stomach from disappointment. 

It was just another out of towner. People ghosting through running from their problems and the locals soon stopped not too long after. Deadlock’s remnants slowly started to call the entirety of Route 66 their own. 

You had to grit your teeth, no longer able to shoot Deadlock members on sight due to the rise in power, so you did your job. Waiting, cleaning and closing up. Your trigger finger would often get itchy, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end whenever you are threatened at gunpoint from some foolish young buck of a Deadlock member before you disarm them and leave them with nothing but an empty gun before continuing on with whatever you were doing prior to the threat. 

It was a game, to see what and who could get a rise out of you. Not a single member of Deadlock could get a rise out of you, Ashe called that off after you had put one of her men on bed rest from a beating. The rise came out of an out of town gang member, hooting and hollering about how they were going to use you as bait to get McCree’s attention wherever the hell he was, and all you could do was laugh. 

Laugh at everything, laugh at the gang member, the blood freely flowing from your nose and forehead. Laugh at their threats, the hand holding your jaw in place while spit hit your face. Laughing at your feelings that had somehow developed for McCree and laughing as you stood as the only breathing person in the room. 

You left Route 66 with Ashe’s help, rolling your eyes when she threatened to shoot McCree if he ever steps foot back into Deadlock territory. It’s funny how seeing the Paranormal Diner makes you feel sad, like your leaving a lover behind, but it’s okay. It’s okay because when you see Jesse again, you’ll be sure to give his jaw a good punch. 

You slam on the breaks when you realize that you just smiled like an idiot at seeing Jesse again and the fact that you’re no longer calling him just Cowboy or McCree, but Jesse. 

It’s funny how years down the road, with a name for yourself you walk into the Paranormal Diner again, everything still looks the same. The coffee still tastes like dirt, the decor still leaves much to be desired. 

“Well, ain’t seen you around these parts. Mind if I ask you to join me for some pie Pumpkin?” 

You’re heart stopped, the world around you seemed to fall away for just a moment. Jesse McCree, gunslinger, an outlaw. The man who somehow stole your heart without you realizing it is sitting at his booth with a piece of apple pie. 

The first thing you did was punch him in his jaw before pulling him into a kiss that left such a silly expression on his face that had you kissing him again until an explosion interrupted you and Jesse saying ‘duty calls’ before stealing one more kiss before you followed him out of the diner. 

You wouldn’t let him walk away without you again.