Back in Teh Saddle Again Mccree Meme

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nonsexual acts of intimacy

♦ : Deadening dancing

Of all of his time in Overwatch, Hanzo had gone through trials and tribulations. Non only did Hanzo have to proceeds the acceptance and trust from his peers, simply the archer had the chore of keeping himself ready for whatever life threw at him.

However, upon beingness tasked in helping a certain cowboy with his dancing skills for an upcoming mission at a gala event, Hanzo was not prepared for Jesse's dancing.

"McCree…" Hanzo permit out a heavy sigh equally he watched the cowboy do his line trip the light fantastic toe, pinching the bridge of his olfactory organ in frustration. "You can non trip the light fantastic like that when yous are there."

"An' why non?" Jesse retorted with a devilish smirk before stopping in his tracks, causing the archer's cheeks to burn slightly.

Stupid cowboy.

"You lot know why you can't dance like that," Hanzo replied, his tone ever and then stern. But, to the archer's dismay, information technology only seemed to put more fire to the flame as he watched McCree's smirk turn into a shit-eating smile.

"Ya sure? Well, ya ain't tellin' me why, sug."

Though taken aback, Hanzo held his ground, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man in front of him.

"This is a formal event," the archer answered. "And, formal events such equally attending galas practise not have line dancing involved."

With a lazy hum, McCree took a footstep closer to the archer and placed his hands on his hips before leaning down a bit until their faces were inches away from each other, making the ruddy hue on Hanzo'due south cheeks darken.

"So… somethin' like what ya run across in movies?"

Hanzo rolled his eyes but bit back whatever remark he had wanted to say, going with a simple nod if his caput as a way to say "Yes."

"So, somethin' like…" Equally McCree trailed off on his words, Hanzo waited for the cowboy to finish his idea, arching a brow in suspicion on what the cowboy was to exercise next.

However, with his patience wearing thin, Hanzo spoke up.

"McCree, whatever it is that you lot are trying to say, say it now or I am stopping this session."

"Now now, hold on, Snapdragon."

Hanzo huffed at the nickname.

"I was merely a bit lost in thought 'cause, what I was thinkin' was a little somethin' like…" Equally McCree drawled on, the cowboy pushed both of the archer's arms away from his chest.

In an instant, Hanzo'due south optics shot up in daze, and his cheeks burned brighter than the Sun. "What are you doing?"

Still, instead of a proper answer, the cowboy let out a chuckle and guided the archer's easily onto his shoulders. McCree and then wrapped his arms effectually the archer'south waist before finally pulling the other man close confronting him.

"There we go!" Jesse blurted out with triumph before shining downwardly a prideful smile towards the archer, who was at present flustered by such actions. "See? Just like in the movies!"

"I- Yes. I see." Hanzo took in a jiff in hopes to go on his sophistication, not wanting to stammer so quickly by the cowboy's charm. But, with being just inches abroad from the cowboy's face, Hanzo was having some difficulty keeping it all together.

Then, with McCree leading, the two began to sway.

"McCree, what are y'all-"

"But swayin', Darlin'," Jesse answered earlier humming a tune nether his breath.

Though Hanzo wanted to protest farther, the archer decided against it and instead sunk confronting the cowboy, letting out a delighted sigh.

"You did this on purpose, cowboy," Hanzo muttered, earning him a chuckle from McCree.

"Possibly," Jesse cooed in response, interrupting his ain bustling. "But, I don't see you complainin'."

Though the archer let out a slight huff in response, Hanzo could not compel himself to pull away from the man and instead sunk into him farther, relishing the moment as the two continued to sway.

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"You giving out kisses, all the same when I inquire for stitches y'all slam a door in my face..."

"Y'all could accept but asked for a kiss, maybe it would take been different."

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11. Tackle my muse

The Commander let out a surprised dissonance equally the Cowboy tackles him to the basis. "Yous ingrate what the hell are yous doing?!" He tried to be stern, but faltered once a smile formed. "A warning would've been overnice. Generally to prevent you from getting a shotgun to the face."

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Why'd you lot leave? Why'd y'all play dead like the residue of them? Why didn't you tell me yous lived...?

Jack let out a heavy sigh as he looked down at his visor, not wanting to face the homo against. Merely, Jack knew better than to practise that, especially when it was Jesse of all people.

"Didn't have a choice, Jesse," Jack replied, running his fingers through his pilus as he looked upwardly at the cowboy. Even if McCree was but a blur in his vision, Jack could sense the disappointment and anger coming from the other homo, and he could non blame him.

"After the explosion, I thought it was better if I stayed dead," he continued. "Even earlier the explosion, Overwatch was not in the public's favor. And then, staying expressionless in the public eye was improve than annihilation else."

Letting out another sigh, Jack wiped his face with his manus before looking up at the cowboy one time more with weary in his optics.

"I'chiliad sorry, Jesse."

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ULTIMATE Transport MEME - Send my grapheme a ❤ and I'll fill in the course of what my character would do with yours.

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BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Would my character…

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❗ Tell me Ashe, why was there a moving picture of united states of america stuck to your bike?

Ship a "❗" to force the truth out of my muse. | @back-in-the-saddle-over again

Of all the affair's she had to answer it had to be this. Red lips pressed together tightly, being stubborn at first. Really she didn't want to say the reason why. She didn't desire to acknowledge to the reason she kept that stupid old photo around. Information technology was so damn easy to ignore, to chalk information technology up as a simply a image of him to be cross with much similar how she claimed to throw dart'southward at his picture.

Notwithstanding she can't prevarication. . . not with any the hell this was that was afflicting her. Forcing her to spill her gut's similar a god damn squealer.

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❝ T' remind me of when I was at ma happiest. . . and ma most vulnerable. Then that I don't e'er allow anyone else in the way I let ya in. ❞

You can't get hurt if you never let yourself go close to anyone, later on all.

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Accept you ever worn a Cowboy hat? If not I'd kindly let ya borrow mine for a bit.

A twitch. A genuine cowboy chapeau? The hamster approached the man and tugged gently on his trouser legs, squeaking quietly. The mech from the other side of the room began to translate."I would similar that very much, my friend."

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"that'due south jess'southward handwriting" is summit romance, i mean "i lent him a volume and he wrote some stuff in it" girl, please "people similar mark twain wrote in margins" please!!! she's so obvious she's then obvious, as well i need admission to those margin notes

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Bruno sneaking down to town and stealing a horse so he tin go after Mirabel like:

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Fuck this table and fuck you!

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New Outlander fanfiction

This will be based on an idea that came to me.

An Alternate Universe...

Function i

May 20, 2022

James Fraser looked around the crowd of swain boob tube reporters and smiled. As a sports news reporter for the Glasgow Globe, information technology was his job to comprehend all the major rugby events. Equally an gorging fan who absolutely loved the sport, his job at the Globe was similar a dream come true. He followed all the games, both local and international. In the last six years as a news reporter he'd won several Pulitzer awards for his writing. He loved the sport and the players and the fans. Loving his piece of work and integrating with people made his writing even amend. His difficult work and dedication had led him to where he was today. On a cruise transport with friends and boyfriend colleagues. News and sports reporters similar himself who'd worked hard in gaining their status and achievements. The cruise event was a prize from the major publications enterprise who supported most of their endeavors. He looked about at the bustling crowd and smiled. Almost of them were acquaintances, just many he considered friends as well as colleagues.

Jamie was a native of the Scottish highlands, an area known every bit Broch Turach. He was James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser and was really Laird of a at present derelict castle known as Lallybroch. While he however owned much of the surrounding land, the home itself had been vacant and derelict for years. A fact of life in modernistic times, it was but too costly to maintain or repair the structure. He now kept a large flat in Glasgow when he wasn't traveling for the Globe that is.

"Ooch, now Jamie, are yous going to stay hither in yer corner similar this, or are you coming out to mingle with the rest of us?" Geillis Duncan asked him with a smile.

Jamie smiled back at the petite Scottish adult female. Geillis was pretty in an odd sort of way with her light copper hair and big green optics. There was always something well-nigh her that troubled Jamie. She always somehow rubbed him the wrong style. He laughed and shook his caput. "Now, Geillis, you know that I like to sit back with my whisky and watch others while they move about. I like observing people. No worries, Geillis, I am fine where I am correct now." He replied in his best formal English in a manner intended but to annoy her. He didn't trust or like Geillis. He wasn't sure why. Just the woman only irked him somehow.

Geillis nodded. "Oh, verry well, ya wee Fox cub." She replied. Jamie was a hitting figure with his deep auburn crimson pilus, slavic cheekbones and deep blue eyes that could penetrate your veru soul. Shaking her head, she slowly began moving away from him. Looking dorsum, ske murmured softly, "I'll be on the deck should you modify your mind."

Jamie nodded and sipped a picayune bit more of his whisky.

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May 20, 1948

Claire stared i more fourth dimension at Frank as he once more stared her downwardly. She shook her head in disobedience. "No. I told yous already Frank. You can beg, but I will not marry you. I exercise not love you, now or ever." She insisted, glaring at him over the coppery flames coming from the burn down in the hearth.

Angered, Frank grabbed her past the arm and violently shook her. "You will! You volition obey! I want you lot and I will bloody well have you! Any way I can get you!" he shouted at her. He moved toward her menacingly …

Claire suddenly cowered in fear. Frank's family had special powers that dated back to ancient times and heaven knows what he would do to her. She shook her head. "No. I refuse you. I do not love you. I will not marry y'all, Frank." She persisted.

Frank glowered down at her. He pointed a finger at her. "Then y'all will pay the price, for all eternity."

Before Claire could react or even motility, she found herself within a pocket-sized furnished glass canteen. She was miniaturized and wearing a harem way costume. She could see Frank staring downwards at her.

Frank smiled wickedly. "That'south correct. You are at present a genie and equally your Principal and holder of your bottle, you will obey my every command. You will serve me." Frank told her.

Claire shook her head in utter despair. "Noooo," sne began tearfully. "Noooo," she pleaded.

May 20, 2022

Claire looked at Frank and cried softly. "No, please Frank. I do non desire to go back in the canteen while you lot are away. Please, I beg you, I will behave."

Frank shook his head. "No. In your canteen you go, you wicked genie." With a motion, he pointed his finger and smoked her into her canteen. Once she was inside, he quickly capped the meridian. "And that is where you will stay until I return from my business trip. He laughed. People of the modernistic world really had no idea that the seemingly repose Professor from Oxford was really ane the world's most powerful Jinns. When Claire had refused him, he had simply made her into a genie. As the holder of her bottle, she had to obey his every whim. There was only one other Jinn who was more powerful than Frank. And he suddenly realized with horror as he walked through the halls of Oxford that he was of a sudden staring right at him.

"Hadji. What, what are you doing here?" Frank asked him, trying to audio unconcerned by Hadji'due south sudden advent.

Hadji merely glared at Frank. "Doing what I always do past tradition, Frank. Observing the world and our people in relation to all of that." He replied. He looked at Frank sternly. "I have been watching you for a long fourth dimension. I don't like your behavior. You deliberately interfered with a young girl who was from the mortal earth. Worse, after making her a genie, you've been mistreating her badly." He told him. "It was bad enough when it all began over 50 years ago. But, it is getting worse. You are really mistreating the girl. Pain her. And information technology has to end. And y'all will be punished for information technology. Even we have our rules and guidelines."

Frank shook his caput, pleading with Hadji. "No, delight I will do better. I promise. Give me some other take chances with her." Frank begged.

Hadji shook his caput. "No. You will be punished." He pointed his finger and with a single move, miniaturized Frank into a glass canteen. Hadji quickly capped the bottle and placed it in a large trunk. He quickly locked it and labelled it storage room. He smiled. Frank likely would not be discovered for a long time. Hadji chuckled. Equally for the daughter, he would place her in an area where, when the person finds her there will become the dearest of her life.

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"Tin can I kiss you?"

"Tin can I Buss Yous?"

[Made a drabble instead… Ye…]

"Tin I osculation you?"

Hanzo froze towards the homo's words and looked down at him, all while feeling the cowboy's blood seep into the palms of his hands as he applied pressure onto McCree's left abdomen that currently adorned a fresh wound.

Information technology had been a unproblematic mission at first. A "quick get in and leave" type bargain where McCree was to put on the charm and talk the target up to the bespeak where they would spill the information needed. And, if things went south, Hanzo was there close past and keeping lookout man.

Non like anything atrocious would happen. But, every so often, missions did non always get equally planned.

And, information technology did non take long for things not to become as planned, with McCree getting into a bit of a squabble before gunshots fired throughout the building between both parties, sending the cowboy back a stride or two and bleeding through his conform belong.

Now, the two men were currently exterior, hiding abroad near an abased structure site and waiting for assist to arrive.

"What?" Hanzo'south brows furrowed in confusion. "Now? McCree-"

"Oh, don't you beginning," the cowboy drawled, looking up at the archer.

"You're injure-"

"I'll be fine, Han."

Hanzo huffed at the man's stubbornness. Of course, Hanzo was surely non one to talk when he was just as stubborn.

But, a kiss?

At present?

All while the cowboy was bleeding out?

With a sigh, the archer leaned frontwards, his hands remaining on the wound and keeping the same force per unit area. Hanzo so stopped, with McCree'due south lips inches away from his ain.

"Yous are a very impatient man, Jesse," Hanzo purred, earning a chuckle from the other man.

"Maybe," he replied, flashing a grin in his direction. He and then raised his hand towards the archer and cupped Hanzo's cheek, smoothing information technology gently over with his pollex. "Only, can ya actually blame me, sugar?"

Feeling a blush kickoff to creep onto his cheeks, Hanzo murmured out a "No" in response before the cowboy finally closed the gap between them and captured the archer's lips.

If just McCree were not injured, Hanzo would have been all over him the moment the cowboy pulled him in.

But, Hanzo preferred his cowboy live rather than dead.

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I can't believe you don't feed him moonpies.

He shall never know nearly moon pies.

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Send 🌑 to clamber into bed with my muse (😈)

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at the cowboy in his bed. He'd understand if he was drunk, considering how many times Gabe's saved his ass during times like that. Just now?

He's too tired for this shit.

"I thought you were quondam plenty to sleep on your own, mijo? Did you have nightmares again?" He teased, snorting at the mazed cowboy. He could tell he was tired. He'south surprised he managed this far without passing out or snoring. He snickered at the thought.

He shook his head, deciding to drape the blanket over him.

"Guess I'k sleeping at my desk-bound over again. You're lucky your dad tolerates you plenty, ingrate."

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🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

Ship a symbol for your muse to observe mine…

🎍- Disposed to a shrine/visiting a grave

"I know he ain't dead," Jack said as he heard the light clank of spurs come up from behind him, causing the old human to permit out a gruff chuckle. And to think Jesse was in Blackwatch all those years ago. "But, it'due south the idea that counts."

Letting out a sigh, Jack turned to face the cowboy, a tired smile showing up on his features.

"Don't know why you lot're hither, though. Last I checked, when y'all found out nigh Gabe, you stormed correct out of the ORCA and locked yourself in your room the moment y'all got back from your mission," Jack mentioned, his breast aching a flake at the memory. "Why the change of middle?"

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Miku miku

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💭

Ship 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours"Some sort of cowboy? Where'd he come from... Oasis't I seen this guy before? On a poster? Maybe he'southward famous... Or wanted? I best discover out quick in case he runs!"

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hot take: c!wilbur was non being manipulative toward c!tubbo today. yous merely can't accept that people can change.

i might not concord with this in the long run, who knows with this server (especially wilbur). but we've known for a long time now that, since being revived, wilbur has been pretty desperately looking for forgiveness and to mend the wrongs he'southward caused. and he was right at the beginning of the stream; tubbo is definitely 1 of the people he'south hurt the most (arguably the most, depending on how you quantify it).

wilbur also knows that tubbo has been mourning l'manberg possibly the hardest out of anyone else. and i, for i, call back it'due south sweet that he was prepared to fight off vikkstar and lazarbeam and any/whoever else in an effort to recreate the magic of founding l'manberg with tubbo—for tubbo. and then, when they were met with no resistance (since ya know c!vik and c!lazar are uhhh dead), wilbur handed it off to tubbo. and he was prepared to never come back, assuming tubbo still hates him and not trusting himself with this kind of responsibility again. but so tubbo did something unexpected.

tubbo forgave him.

so, in case his motivation wasn't clear, as wilbur is walking away, he just quietly repeats to himself, "he's a adept kid. he's gonna exist okay... you lot did a expert matter... he'll remember you– he'll remember you for this. he won't remember you for what you did..." (followed past him giggling about the term "mr. president", which i interpreted to be him being amused by tubbo calling him that again when they said adieu.)

anyway, i could exist incorrect, but based on all available evidence, i don't believe any of this was malicious. or, at least, nosotros have no reason to believe this was malicious right at present.

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