#suz mccree

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Story

Day Five: Story

Pairing: McCree x OC

Word Count: 1155

Note: Suz McCree, Angus and Billy both are @artsybizaar. Also Evan’s parents died when she was 8 and her brothers are 10 and 8 years older than her.

             Putting out his cigar, Jesse half turned to look back inside the apartment. It was quiet but that didn’t mean much. He knew Evan didn’t actually say much to her brothers on the rare occasion that she did talk to them. Given it was the anniversary of their parents’ death and she hadn’t gone to see them, again, he knew the conversation probably hadn’t been pleasant. Which was why he’d gone onto the balcony to at least give her some privacy.

           But now that it was quiet, he should probably go back inside.

           He slid the door open fully and listened for a minute. Evan was sitting on the couch, her back to him but he could hear her breathing. It was too even to be normal so he knew the conversation had gone the way they’d both expected. Which pissed him off honestly but he forced himself to swallow it. That wasn’t what she needed right now.

           Crossing the room, he didn’t sit beside her. Instead, he settled on the coffee table in front of her, keeping her legs between his own. Jesse carefully took the phone from where she had it cradled in her hands and set it aside. Cupping her hands in his, he slowly rubbed them when he felt how cold she was.

           “Maybe I should have gone,” Evan said thickly after a moment of silence between them. “Peter said-”

           “Ev, Peter’s a fuck,” he interrupted. He’d tried to keep his voice gentle but he wasn’t too keen on that brother. Michael wasn’t that bad but Peter always seemed to take it personally whenever Evan didn’t do what he wanted.

           She gave him a small, sad smile.

           “Hey, c’mon, darlin’,” Jesse said, shifting so he was on the edge of the table and closer to her. “I know it’s a bad day. But we can make it better, yeah?”

           Evan took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “What do you want to do?”

           Rubbing her hands slowly, he considered it for a moment. He knew she’d want to take her mind off of the phone call and the easiest way to do that would be to keep her talking. Or listening to him talk. Which meant he needed to come up with a story fast.

           “How was your mom?”

           Jesse blinked at her for the question, his brows drawing together. “Ma? She’s fine.”

           “Did you have a good talk wid her yesterday? You didn’t mention much about it.”

           His shoulders dropped a little and he gave her a smile. “Ma’s good, Ev,” he said quietly. “Misses me, goin’ stir crazy a bit ‘cause she hates being cooped up anywhere.”

           He saw Evan purse her lips and knew she was stopping herself from telling him he should visit her. They’d had that conversation exactly once since they’d gotten together but he knew it was on her mind anytime Suz came up. She sighed again and leaned back on the couch, her hands slipping from his grip.

           “She never was one for jus’ sittin’ around,” Jesse said after a moment. “Or maybe that was ‘cause I didn’t know how to sit still.”

           Evan blinked at him from behind her glasses and a small smile curved her mouth. “You? Can’t see it.”

           “Ha ha,” he said dryly.

           Her smile got a little bigger and it prompted one of his own.

           “Can’t count how many times she had to chase me down. Think I spent half my life under her arm or on her hip,” he chuckled. “Or gettin’ sprayed with the hose.”

           A startled laugh left her. “What?”

           “What?” he echoed. “Sometimes it was hot. Sometimes I was dirty. Sometimes I didn’t listen worth a shit.”

           Evan pressed her lips together again but he knew it was to keep herself from laughing this time.

           “Me and Billy got into trouble over the years,” Jesse continued. “Like any good boy and a dog. Nothin’ too major; Ma wouldn’t let us get away with that shit. But there was this one time, it rained like a son of a bitch all day. Thunder, lightning, and everythin’. She had the day off so we stayed inside, lit some candles when the power went out, and built a fort outta the couch.”

           “Dat sounds like fun.”

           He smiled. “It was. No matter how hard it was, Ma always made the best out of everything. She told me stories all day and the dogs kept close to us. Angus wasn’t scared of much but Billy? Man, that dog would whine every time the house shook with the thunder. Tried to crawl in Ma’s lap more times than not. Woulda done it too if I hadn’t already been there.”

           Evan was still smiling at him. He wasn’t too surprised. She loved hearing stories about his childhood, probably because she couldn’t remember much about doing things with her parents when she’d been younger.

           “Don’t know when I fell asleep but when I woke up, the yard was nothin’ but mud so I did what any boy would do.”

           “You played in ze mud?” she laughed.

           “I took the dogs and played in the mud,” Jesse corrected, grinning at her.

           Evan laughed again. “Oh, Jesse, no.”

           He chuckled with her. “Yeah, it was fun but the look on Ma’s face when she saw the two of us? Angus wasn’t havin’ any of that nonsense, stayed on the porch to make sure we didn’t run off, but Billy? That dog was as covered in mud as I was, maybe more. He was havin’ a grand old time and I was havin’ the time of my life chasin’ him.”

           “What did your mom do?”

           “Well, I wanted a hug when I saw her,” he said. “But Ma wasn’t havin’ any of that. She took one look at us and told us both to stay put. Next thing I knew, she had the hose and me and Billy were gettin’ a bath in the front yard.”

           A soft giggle left her. “Oh, no.”

           “Wasn’t too bad,” Jesse admitted. “After I got over how cold it was. Made a game out of it, really. Made her chase us which prolly only got us in more shit honestly. Wasn’t until I was soaked to the bone that she stripped me down and wrapped me up in a towel. She made me promise not to do it again but I don’t think she really expected me to keep that promise. Not when I was only five or six at most.”

           Evan scooted to the edge of the couch and leaned forward to kiss him quickly. “You didn’t keep it, did you?”

           “Nah, next time it rained we did it again.”

           She laughed quietly and kissed him again. “Danke, Jesse,” she murmured.

           He caught her before she could pull away too far, bringing her back to kiss her properly. “Anytime, Bambi,” he said quietly. “Anytime.”

[juuneaux]

my favorite thing ever is when little babs get dragged along on errands and end up falling asleep in their mama’s arms on the ride home -- Suz and Jesse lived out in the middle of nowhere when he was growing up, so when they had to go into town it was a day long excursion, big exciting times for lil baby Jesse <3 

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Bambi

Day One: First Meeting

Note: Juno Cortez and Suz belong to @artsybizaar

        Staring at the broken elevator in front of him, McCree barely kept himself from swearing. He had not signed up for a broken fucking elevator. Granted, he didn’t know what he was here for. All he knew was that Reyes had kicked his feet off of the coffee table he’d had them on, pulling him from his nap, and told him to get his ass to the address on a tiny piece of paper.

        “If you had a damn cell phone, this would have been easier.”

        He pulled a face even though the boss wasn’t around to see it. He couldn’t tell if the line he’d been fed about a conference call being moved up was real or if the old man was still pissed about that last mission that had gone sideways. He’d been hiding in Reyes’ office after that grueling training mission him and the rest had been hauled awake at dawn for. Although, hiding wasn’t the right word for it since he’d known the old man would have shown up eventually. He just hadn’t wanted to go home to take the nap so he’d settled on Reyes’ office.

        Hadn’t worked out for him in the end since now he had to go help a person that didn’t even like him.

        If it weren’t for the fact that Reyes would kick his ass if he skipped, he’d go home and forget this had ever happened. But Juno would want to know why the old man hadn’t shown and then he’d know Jesse hadn’t shown and he’d be in shit. More so than he already was.

        Heaving a sigh and fixing his hat, he moved to the door leading to the stairs. No point in putting this off. Even if he was tired from being drilled into the dirt, he still went up the stairs two at a time. It was just the fifth floor. He could do that no problem. He lived on the seventh after all even if his building had a working elevator in it.

        And wasn’t that the kicker. He lived in one of the older residence buildings, having been with Overwatch for nearly six years now, and this was one of the newer ones. How was it that his piece of shit apartment still had a working building and yet this place, which was only a few months old, was already broken? And what the hell was Juno even doing here? She lived in the same building as the old man so why had Reyes sent him here?

        McCree blew out a sigh as he reached the fifth floor. He was about to find out. Apartment five oh seven. Find it, find Juno, find out what the hell he was doing here.

        Easy enough to do, given there was only so many apartments on the floor. But he still didn’t knock right away. Him and Juno hadn’t ever seen eye to eye, even when she was with Blackwatch. Now that she was flying for Overwatch proper, he didn’t see her much but her opinion of him couldn’t be any better.

        “Yer killin’ me, old man,” he growled before reaching out and knocking.

        He thought he heard a pair of voices on the other side of the door, one he definitely recognized, the other not so much. But at least he knew he had the right place. The muffled, angry Spanish coming from inside, however, did not make him feel good.

        The door was hauled open and that voice wasn’t muffled anymore. “Gabe! You’re late! I told you to be here twenty minutes ago!”

        McCree took a step back as Juno stood in the doorway and he watched her expression shift rapidly as she saw him, not the old man. “Cortez,” he said when he saw those thick brows draw together. “Boss had a conference call moved. Sent me to help you out.”

        “You.”

        Oh, Juno was not happy about that. “Yeah. I mean, it don’t have to be me. I can go if you’d rather.”

        Her mouth flattened and she muttered under her breath.

        “You remember the bit where I understand you?” he asked dryly.

        She said something else in Spanish that was highly unflattering and he bit his tongue to keep from saying anything back.

        “I can go, Juno,” he repeated, gesturing at the hallway.

        “Tch, you’re already here, pendejo. Might as well make yourself useful.”

        Well, they were off to their usual start. He started to follow her as she turned away before he froze when she rounded on him again.

        “Take off the damn hat and your boots if you’re going to be inside,” she said, stabbing his chest with her finger. “And be on your best behaviour!”

        “I can get someone else, Cortez,” he said, standing his ground nonetheless when she jabbed him again.

        “You’re here and we’re behind already. Get in here.”

        He’d been trying before she’d damn near shoved her finger through his chest. He waited until she’d gone a few feet down the hall, well out of arm’s reach, before he stepped inside. “What am I even doin’ here, Juno?” he asked, closing the door and stooping down to pull off his boots.

        “Reyes didn’t tell you anything?”

        “No.” He wasn’t going to be grumpy about that, that wasn’t going to get him anywhere with either of them. Hanging his hat near the door, he ran his hands through his hair to try to do something with it as he walked down the hallway. “So what’re we doin’?”

        “Moving Doctor Shaw,” she called at him. “Needed help because the elevator is out. Ay, what is Gabe thinking! I asked him for help for a reason!”

        He tried not to sigh as he realised not only was he going to get the irritation Juno reserved solely for him but also the new shit because of his boss dumping him on her. But he was more hung up on the name. Who was this Doctor Shaw and why were Cortez and Reyes the ones moving them? He didn’t recognize it and if they were connected to these two, the First Flight Officer of Overwatch and the head of Blackwatch, shouldn’t he know who they were?

        Rounding the corner into the main room, he took a second to look around but all he saw was boxes. And more boxes. They seemed to be everywhere. “We really only packin’ one person?”

        “Don’t you start,” Juno said, although it sounded like a growl. “She’s only been here a few months. I don’t know how she got so many things. Why does she need so many things?”

        “What do you want me to do? Pack?”

        Juno stared at him, sucking on her cheek. “I don’t think Evan is going to-”

        “Oh.”

        Jesse’s head swung around at the soft noise and he saw a young woman standing across the room. She was holding a small box in her hands and staring openly at him. Well, there was the good doctor and he definitely didn’t know who she was.

        “Evan, this is Jesse McCree. He’ll be helping us instead of Gabe,” Juno said by way of introduction.

        Big eyes blinked at him from across the room before she looked at Juno with a puzzled frown.

        “Make him do the heavy lifting, mija,” she told her. “That’s why he’s here.”

        Oh joy. He was already sore from training and now he was doing heavy lifting? Well, no use bitching about it. Like Juno said, he was here so he may as well help. Rolling up his sleeves, he looked around again, trying not to notice the way Evan had gone back to staring at him. “Where d’you want me to start?”

        Now Juno was staring at him too and he felt completely out of place. He may as well of walked in on the pair of them naked and it would have been less awkward at this point.

        “If I’m doin’ the heavy liftin’, I should get started, yeah?”

        “Tch,” Juno muttered. “You got your boots off so no point sending you down to the car. Mija, what’s left for him to pack?”

        Those big eyes slid to Juno again but she didn’t say anything before darting back down the hallway.

        She watched her go, an odd look on her face. “Ay, she just got used to Gabe coming,” Juno muttered. “She’s shy.”

        He’d call her skittish. “What do you want me to do, Juno?”

        Her hands were on her hips as she stared after Evan before a deep sigh left her. “Here, help me with the books until she comes back.”

        The silence fell heavily between them as he helped her pack the books on the shelf and his back already dreaded the thought of carrying that box downstairs. He had half a mind to ask Juno why she even needed help; the woman worked out with Reyes all the time and could probably bench him if she had the mind to.

        Which was exactly why he didn’t say a damn thing.

        A sound caught his attention and he turned to see Evan setting something in a box on the couch. When had she even come back in the room? He hadn’t heard her make a noise.

        “Dios mio, mija, we need more boxes,” Juno muttered. “I thought I brought enough but I underestimated how much you have.”

        Evan looked at her, all wide eyed but she didn’t say anything.

        He wasn’t much better, watching Juno as she left the room talking to herself. When the door closed, he looked over at Evan and saw she was deliberately not looking at him. She was looking at everything but him at this point. He almost wished Juno hadn’t left because even though the silence with her had been awkward, it wasn’t as bad as it was right now.

        Juno had said Evan was shy and yet she left the young woman alone with someone she’d never met before? And Evan was young. He couldn’t peg how young but it was younger than him that was for damn sure. Which could only mean one thing. “So,” he said, clearing his throat when his voice caught. “What, uh…what’d you do?” Well, shit that was not the way to ask that if he wanted a proper answer. He’d never really been one for small talk without liquor being involved and since he was trying to kick at least that habit, this was just about as unpleasant as the silence.

        Because it somehow got even worse with the question hanging in the air. The fact that she wasn’t saying anything and was avoiding looking at him made him think she was ignoring him completely. If it weren’t for the fact that Reyes had specifically asked him to come here, he would leave. Evan didn’t want him here that much was clear and this was just turning into another shit day to go along with all the others he was having lately.

        He had half a mind to call his ma just to complain about this damn day. It felt like he’d been dealt nothing but shit cards for as long as he could remember and this wasn’t making anything better. But he’d also already called her today before his impromptu nap and told her everything was hunky dory so it wasn’t like he could just tell her he’d lied about it. Suz wasn’t going to take too kindly to that.

        Another small sound, soft as the first and barely audible, but definitely from her. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly in a heavily accented voice.

        It hadn’t occurred to him that she might not have been ignoring him to be rude but because English wasn’t her first language. She was looking at him with enormous hazel eyes through thick lashes and lenses, curiosity all across her expression. Adding in those freckles dotted across her rosy cheeks, he realised she looked exactly like that damn cartoon deer his Ma used to play for him all the time as a kid. He pretended he didn’t know exactly what that deer’s name was.

        Suddenly he felt stupid when he realised he’d been staring at her.

        “Ah, well, I mean, everyone’s here for a reason so you’ve gotta have one, right? What’d you do to get them to take you?” Because that’s the only reason Overwatch had people this young working for them. Good…or bad.

        She stared at him for a long time, almost like she was carefully translating each word in her head. She suddenly blinked. “Oh. I constructed a portable, miniaturized atom smasher in my university’s mechanics laboratory capable of producing minute amounts of dark matter and was removed from the public by Overwatch to keep myself and my technology out of the hands of the kind of people who would want to weaponize it…for my own safety as well as everyone else’s.”

        It was his turn to blink. That had all come out in one breath and between her accent and the technicality of everything she’d said, she’d lost him. Plus it was the most she’d said in the entire time he’d been there and she’d said it in less than ten seconds. What else was he supposed to do but stare at her? “Well, alright then.”

        “What did you do?” she asked, speaking slower.

        The question caught him off guard, as surely as his had her, but he recovered quick enough. As quick as one could given the answer. “Got mixed up with the kind of people who do bad things,” he admitted, looking away from her and telling himself he was not staring at his feet.

        “Like…a gang?”

        “Somethin’ like that, yeah,” he muttered.

        There was a long silence that stretched far enough to make him start feeling sorry for himself.

        “Are you a real cowboy?” Evan asked suddenly, as if she’d completely forgotten the previous conversation.

        “Wha’dya mean a real cowboy?” he asked back. “You a real doctor?”

        “Not in the medical sense, but I have a doctorate in mechanical engineering. Do you want to see it?” She paused, frowning to herself. “Sorry, you probably don’t and I think it’s packed already. I didn’t mean to say you weren’t a real cowboy.”

        He shook his head, a puzzled frown on his face. Most were being mean when they asked him about that; she seemed genuinely curious about it. But…. “How’d you know?” he asked.

        Her cheeks got pink again. “I saw your hat and boots at the door,” she admitted shyly. “I like cowboys though.”

        “You meet many cowboys, sweetheart?”

        “No. You’re my first.”

        She said it sweetly, almost like she was actually excited about meeting him. He didn’t think he’d ever met someone that was excited to meet him. “Not many cowboys here,” he agreed.

        Evan looked him over before a small smile crossed her face. “Not many anything here,” she said softly, putting down what she had been holding.

        He studied her for a moment, wondering when Juno would be coming back. He felt like they were talking about something that had nothing to do with what they were saying. “Lots of people, darlin’.”

        Her gaze flicked to him before away and she muttered something under her breath that he didn’t understand. But he recognized the look on her face easily enough, had seen it on his own for a long time after he’d been brought into Overwatch, and everything made sense.

        It wasn’t easy, being so young and being brought into this kind of organization. Even if you weren’t on the frontlines. Maybe even more so because there wasn’t anything to really bond you to the people around you like there was in a fight.

        If he recognized that look, it meant she felt the same kind of loneliness he sometimes still did.

        “Well, Bambi, at least you know one cowboy.”

        Those huge eyes blinked at him and her lips moved for a moment but whatever she’d planned on saying didn’t come out as they both heard the front door open again.

        “Jesse, come help me with these!” Juno called.

        He’d never been more thankful to hear her voice than he was right now. He quickly left the living room, trying really hard not to think about what he’d just called Evan or the curious look on her face. He’d have to deal with it at some point but not right now since he was fairly sure that she wasn’t going to say anything with Juno there.

        At least he hoped she wouldn’t because there was no way in hell he wanted to explain to Juno why he’d just given her girl that nickname.

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Promise and Protect

Day 6: Promise (and to a lesser degree Protect)

Pairing: McCree x OC

Word Count: 1384

Note: As always, the dog, Suz, and Juno all belong to @artsybizaar. This takes place after the recall has gone out and shit has literally hit the fan for the pair of them.

             Absently tapping her USB key against the table, Evan flipped it around every time it touched the wood and stared across the room. There were pictures on the wall, almost all of Jesse, but she didn’t see them. She’d already looked at them in the couple days they’d been at the house. But her thoughts were too scattered to focus on them right now.

           She could hear noises from the kitchen, Suz cooking lunch and talking to Billy. There were noises coming from the other end of the house, Jesse in the bedroom they were using. Angus was lying beside her on the floor, his deep breathing chuffing against her legs.

           It was a repeat of pretty much every day they’d been here and was probably why her thoughts were turning back to what had happened.

           Evan’s eyes closed and she leaned back against the couch. It wasn’t so bad when she was awake, mostly because she could distract herself, but she was having nightmares about what had happened at the lab. The sirens, the gunshots, the almost kidnapping…leaving Juno behind. Her dreams kept showing her everything that could have gone wrong beyond what had gone wrong. Jesse knew she was having nightmares, how could he not when she jerked awake after every single one? He’d asked her if she wanted to talk about it but she stubbornly refused, opting just to cuddle as close as she could get to him and try to forget.

           But it had happened and she was going to need to deal with it eventually.

           She flipped the USB stick again and her mouth flattened. All of her person projects, new and old, were on it. She’d had to leave her laptop behind so she couldn’t work on them but she was thankful that she hadn’t left any of the designs on the computer. She’d learned when Overwatch had fallen to keep her projects saved somewhere mobile that she could keep with her no matter what happened.

           “Darlin’?”

           Her eyes opened, her head turning at the voice. Jesse was standing at the end of the couch, giving her an odd look. “Mm?”

           “Whatchu doin’ on the floor?” he asked, his voice amused.

           Evan shrugged. She’d been petting Angus before and it had been easier to do from the floor. She had just stayed there when he’d gone to sleep.

           He glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen before he sat on the couch near her. “What’s on yer mind?”

           She looked at the USB, frowning. “I keep thinking about what happened at the lab,” she admitted.

           “Yer ma got out, Ev. If anyone was gonna get out, it’d be Juno.”

           “That wasn’t…I know,” she sighed. Once she’d gotten over her fear, she’d realised that even if she was facing off against that vigilante, that Soldier 76, Juno was not going to let some random mercenary take her out.

           “Alright, so it ain’t yer ma on yer mind. Ya finally gonna tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty head o’ yers?”

           She smiled faintly at how thick his accent was. She’d noticed that the longer he was around Suz, the thicker his accent got, mirroring his mother’s. She thought it was cute, even if it did take her an extra second or two to figure out what he’d said.

           “Ev, darlin’, love the smile but kinda need ya to talk to me. We agreed to talk this shit out, remember?”

           Evan sighed and slumped against the couch, staring at the ceiling now. How did she put what she was thinking into words? “I couldn’t do anything,” she said after a moment.

           “What do ya mean?”

           “When they were trying to take me, when you and Juno came to get me, when you got me out,” she continued. “I couldn’t do a damn thing to help anyone. Not you, not her, not myself.”

           “Ev, you ain’t a fighter. Never have been.”

           But she did have self defence training, basic combat training. Everyone at Overwatch, no matter if they were never going to wind up on the front lines of a battle, got the training. It had been seven years since she had been dragged out of her lab to do it, but the training was there.

           “Hey, darlin’, don’t beat yerself up ‘bout it,” he said, moving closer to her and running his fingers through her hair. “Ya couldn’t have known what was gonna happen.”

           “It’s not that,” she insisted, twisting around so she was on her knees and facing him. “I was a liability to both you and Juno. So much so that she had to stay behind.”

           “She stayed behind ‘cause o’ that soldier,” Jesse said firmly. “We didn’t need someone else on our asses.”

           “If I could have helped, she wouldn’t have stayed.”

           “Ev, yer forgettin’ somethin’ basic. Juno loves ya, calls ya her daughter. She woulda sent ya away no matter what.”

           Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. She knew that, even if she didn’t want to actually accept it. Juno wouldn’t hesitate to put her life on the line to keep her safe; which was exactly what she’d done.

           “What else, Ev?”

           Looking at him, she held up the USB in her hand. “Do you remember when we were with Overwatch and I had those designs for a weapon?”

           “Yeah,” Jesse said slowly, looking between the stick and her. “Ya didn’t get approval ‘cause the higher ups didn’t want anyone else getting’ yer tech.”

           God, that had been so upsetting. Was still upsetting if she thought about it for long enough. “I never got to make it,” she agreed, “but that didn’t stop me from designing it. From trying to get it perfect.”

           He studied her for a long moment. “Did ya?”

           “I don’t know,” Evan admitted, lowering the stick. “I never had time to work on a physical demo. Or the resources.”

           “It’s on there then?”

           She nodded and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to feel like that again, Jesse,” she said quietly. “I don’t want to feel like a burden to those around me.”

           “Ev, ya ain’t,” he stressed.

           “But I’m not a help and I want to be. If we’re going back, if we’re meeting up with Winston and whoever else is answering the recall, I am not going to just sit on the sidelines and watch the people I love go out. I want to be able to help, to be able to protect.”

           Jesse sucked on his cheek for a moment. “Ya gonna make the gun?”

           “I’m going to try,” she agreed.

           He was quiet for a long minute before he nodded. “Alright, darlin’, if that’s what ya want.”

           Evan didn’t resist him as he shifted his hand to cup the back of her head and pulled her up off her knees. “Jesse?”

           “I get ya wanna protect people, but I want ya to promise me somethin’.”

           “What?”

           “Ya gotta watch yer back,” he stressed. “No matter how much ya wanna protect other people, ya gotta keep yerself safe.”

           “Jesse, you just got shot three times protecting me,” she protested. “That isn’t-”

           “Don’t think ‘bout that, Ev,” he dismissed.

           “No, you can’t make me promise not to let myself get hurt when you just did that!” Evan said firmly. “I’m not making that promise unless you make it too!”

           “Ev, I got years o’ experience under my belt and-”

           “You still got shot three times,” she growled.

           He stared hard at her. “Forgot how damn stubborn ya are,” he muttered.

           “Ain’t much comin’ from yer mouth, Jesse.”

           They both turned to see Suz standing in the entrance to the kitchen. “Ma, I ain’t-”

           “Boy, don’t ya even start with me,” she growled at him. “But lunch is ready. So ya make yer promises and come and eat.”

           Evan watched her go, a little embarrassed as she realised Suz had probably heard their entire conversation. She looked back at Jesse when he sighed and returned his rueful smile.

           “I can’t promise I won’t get hurt,” he said quietly. “No one can promise that but…I’ll watch yer back if ya watch mine, Bambi.”

           Pushing herself up further, she was pleased when he leaned down to meet her. She kissed him quickly, pulling back to murmur, “I can promise that.”

[juuneaux]

will we see more of momcree? ovo

yes indeed Nonny there is some momcree content coming very soon uwu 

[razzmatash]

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