i'm getting more ideas for reader insert fics now so i finally started an mcsm fic this one is ummmm green suspenders jesse x alchemist reader :3
[Male Jesse x Alchemist Gender Neutral Reader]
You've been content, living your life as you have - Alone, making your potions and trading t
"You should come with me to Endercon once I'm back! I'm helping Lukas make this sick beacon for the building comp."
"Right," [Y/N] hummed dismissively, deciding not to bring up that they didn't even know this Lukas character. They tentatively counted out spider eyes and gold nuggets, trading back the appropriate potions for Petra's spoils. "Hey, when you're in the Nether can you bring back blaze powder and magma cream? I'll compensate you for those too." They spoke absentmindedly, almost entirely dismissing her offer. "Oh, and soul sand if you run into any. I think I'll be expanding my netherwart farm."
"Blaze cream and magma powder, right, if I run into any-" Petra rolled her eyes, idly poking at one of the other's many potion stands. With a blaze rod standing proud in the middle, it was naturally warm to the touch. "-Anyways, I'm just saying, you should leave home more often! Leave your little hole! I heard Gabriel the warrior is gonna be at Endercon this year."
"It's 'anyway'," They corrected, "Also, it'd be cooler if it were Soren."
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i decided i'm not gonna use ao3 period for. many many reasons aha. if you find any of my stuff elsewhere that's not me and i don't give permission for that 👍
A/N - I’m rewatching Preacher and I couldn’t resist <3
Working at a bar was one way to meet people; new faces poured in every night, people of various ages, ethnicities and places but you didn’t care for the drunken rabble. A job was a job and you were there for the money.
You were on the night shift, drying glasses with a tea towel. The doors rhythmically shut with loud bangs each time someone entered or left, you’d practically drowned out the noise along with the nonsensical chatter, but it was when you heard a man loudly shout in an Irish accent, “I’m tellin’ ya, the bloody royal family are lizards! Sent to take over the wor--”, a stronger, Southern accent cut him off, “Cassidy we’ve been through this”. You curiously watched the scene play out; the Southern man was dressed in religious attire donning the white collar of a priest, the Irishman beside him was the polar opposite with tattoos inked into every patch of his skin. They were such a strange duo that you couldn’t help but be intrigued by them.
“Remember what we came here from”, the preacher messed with his sleeves while surveying the bar, his brown eyes catching your own. He offered you a small smile, (which you returned), before giving his attention to the rest of the room, “Yeah, yeah, yeah I hear ya Padre”, the Irishman was visibly disinterested, “I’ll start over there”, he nodded his head at the part of the bar which was populated with a few females. He was already off before the preacher could stop him.
You continued with your work stacking the cleaned glasses on the side when your manager nudged your arm, “See to him”. Turning, you noticed the preacher was situated at the bar waiting politely to be served, he was unlike most customers who’d of rudely shouted for service by now. For that you were grateful.
A smooth jazz melody filled played in the background as you quickly went over to the man, he looked to be in his early 30′s. You greeted him with a quick apology, “Sorry for the wait, what can I getcha?”. The preacher looked ridiculously out of place yet this didn’t seem to bother him, “Ratwater, neat. Don’t worry about it”, his accent was silky, melting like butter in your ears. You couldn’t help but smile, “Coming up”. It took less than a few minutes to get the man his order, he paid and that was the end of that...at least it should’ve been. You stood around, fiddling with this and that. The preacher didn’t seem to notice and even if he did, he was too busy drinking the Ratwater. Finally you plucked up the courage.
Trying to be coy about it, you wiped the counter down with an old rag, adding notchantly, “So what’s a preacher like you doing in a place like this?”. The black-haired man looked up from his drink, with a half smile on his lips he answered, “I’m lookin’ for God”. You couldn’t stop the giggle which escaped from your lips which made the preacher chuckle too, “You’re looking for God in a place like this? I don’t think you’ll find him here”.
He nodded in agreement, looking back at his glass with an almost solemn look despite the smile which was present, “Yeah, me neither. It was worth a shot though”. You placed the rag back under the counter and crossed your arms over your chest, “At least your friend is having fun”.
The preacher twisted so he could look over his shoulder. He saw Cassidy with his arm around two different girls, Cas nodded over at the man and carried on flirting up a storm. “He sure is”, the preacher said, “Can I get another please?”, he nudged the glass in your direction. You took it from him, “Of course”, after a brief pause you added onto the end, “Preacher”. He let out a breath in amusement, “Jesse. My name’s Jesse”. As you were filling up his glass you took up the opportunity to tell him yours, “(Y/N) and this one’s on the house”. For the first time that night Jesse felt like something was going right in his life, “Thanks (Y/N)”, he was genuinely appreciative.
The bar was especially quiet tonight meaning you didn’t have much of a job to do, Jesse was the only one at the bar too so it seemed obvious to indulge your time with him. It was harmless afterall, right? “So why you’re looking for God anyway Jesse?”.
“It’s a long story and you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you”, he responded with a reminiscent gaze in his eyes. “Well”, you dramatically looked around the bar, “I’ve got time”.
For some time, consciousness was a rare and fickle thing: It came for some moments, only to quickly drift away into comfortable thoughts. [Y
So the group dispersed around the already small room, Olivia moving to look through chests while [Y/N] took to the jukebox. They carded through the catalog, this time looking for far more than music. They had just picked a record titled 'Totemic Constructions of Peaceful Endermen,' when they heard Jesse exclaim something along the lines of "Kinda stinky, but it fits!"
They glanced over at the guy and had to laugh- Jesse had changed into the remaining enderman suit. It appeared to fit him well, even slightly tight given it looked to be made for Soren's slimmer body. [Y/N] lightly chuckled, having a hard time taking this seriously. For a second they wondered if Endercon was big on costumes, and if so did Jesse partake?... Maybe if they ever joined in they could dress up.
"It's so weird--" Olivia stated, averting her eyes and stepping away. "I know it's you in there, but I still don't want to look at you." She moved on to return to her spot, digging through a chest that seemed promising.
In the meantime [Y/N] just settled with sending him a humored glance, "Looking sharp," They almost teased, which they hadn't done.before. Jesse just sent them a particularly dorky smile and an eyebrow waggle in return.
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chapter 6 is out! and it's our longest one yet cos i kept getting stuck and didn't know where the appropriate place to end the chap was ^^'
