Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Ashes - Jesse Custer

You sat outside in the early morning, smoking a cigarette, waiting for the sun to rise, watching the ashes of your habit pile up after each and every few drags; you knew if Jesse knew you were smoking so early in the morning, when usually you were sound asleep, he would think something was wrong. In truth, it was one of the few times you found it particularly hard to sleep for no apparent reason.

"Ashes to ashes," Jesse whispered from behind you before taking a seat beside you. "Dust to dust."

"Everything turns to ashes," you mumbled, taking a quick drag. "Nothing ever stays long enough to not get turned to ashes."

"You're wrong, darlin'," Jesse chuckled, taking the cigarette from you and stealing a drag himself. "God's got-"

"Jesse, I love you," you deadpanned. "But if I hear one more fucking thing about God and his shitty plans, I will actually deck you."

"Wouldn't be the first time you socked me," he attempted to joke, but he quickly caught onto the fact that you were having none of it. "Somethin' wrong?"

"No," you told him simply, taking your cigarette back and finishing it off. "I just don't want to be a failure before I end up as ashes."

"What d'ya mean?" Jesse asked, watching you closely with furrowed brows.

"I want what I do to matter. I want to matter. I want my ashes to be... I want my ashes to be like everyone else's, but I want a memory to be left behind."