a/n howdy 🤠 guess we're starting off with angst then. this is my first time writing a oneshot in a VERY long time, so bear with me! <3
trade mistakes - panic! at the disco
Placing a smile at the perfect event,
Gracing your skin with the side of my handit all began awfully normal. so, painfully normal for y/n. missions were repetitive and tiring - the blackwatch crew never even got any recognition. she could see how it ate away at gabriel reyes, she could see the anger and jealousy boiling just below the surface. needless to say, she was concerned,even terrified of what he may become because of his jealousy and resentment. her features rested in a mysterious smile as she waltzed through the crowded party with one, simple task.
isolate the target.
If I ever leave I could learn to miss you
But sentimental boy is my nom de plumey/n's heartbeat sped up as her fight-or-flight response kicked in. she had seconds to engage with the target and get out- he was sure to recognize her face. it was the only recognition the blackwatch crew got: from the scums.
as soon as she felt a gloved hand brush against their arm, she turned around with the intent to throw a swift punch. she was only met with a soft chuckle and chocolate brown eyes.
Let me save you, hold this rope
"woah, darlin'. jus' me." his southern drawl spoke. y/n's lips curled into her original small smile as she felt an arm curl around their waist, softly tugging her back out onto the dance floor.
"do you even know how to waltz, cowboy?" she questioned. "not a wink. i'm jus' tryna get ya out the door." jesse chuckled back, his eyes darting between their feet and the doors. "i'm startin' to think a masked gig would've done ya better, darlin'. one more step an' his guards would've done ya for worse.""c'mon, jess. you're not losing me that easily."
I may never sleep tonight,
As long as you're still burning brightjesse's sleep schedule was fucked. ever since that day... he couldn't get y/n's smile out of his head. their laugh, each and every sentence she said. he clung onto the memories fiercely.
it should've been him.
If I could trade mistakes for sheep,
Count me away before you sleepthe moon shone against his face. he'd aged since then. hell, he couldn't think about even his own age without thinking about how she should've aged, too. had a family.
maybe even had a family with him.
if he had only had the guts to ask.
I'll stay awake till I trade my mistakes,
So they fade awayhe'd spent countless, ungodly hours awake pondering what could've been. what should've been.
overwatch had reunited years prior, yet nobody had cleaned out y/n's room. jesse wouldn't let them touch a single thing. it was where he was spending his nights, his own room collecting dust. he'd been clinging on for years, and now that he had physical remnants of her, his death grip on her memory had been restored.
I feel marooned in this body,
Deserted, my organs can go on without me"y'know, sometimes i wonder how things would've played out." y/n spoke up, breaking the silence. she sat on a window sill in the infirmary. she had wished to see the stars and her companion had happily complied, oh so delicately carrying her over. of course, he had come with her to the switzerland base to make sure nothing else bad happened.
"ya mean if ya hadn't gotten shot so many times yer calf looked like a pierogi?" jesse replied, earning a bubbly laugh from y/n.
"no, idiot. if you hadn't head-butted morrison and helped gabriel win that twenty dollars. if... if you were rotting away in a jail cell. or being broken out. if you and i had never met, or met on opposite sides of everything." her smile had slowly faded as she spoke. it soon reappeared with her laugh. "i'm sure gabe would've killed me for something stupid by now."
You can't fly these wings
You can't sleep in this box with methat was jesse's queue to laugh. "c'mon, now. it would've been genji an' then you. in that order." he tried to reason with her, causing her to laugh a little bit more.
"good to know shimada's going down with me."
it was silent, only for seconds. "how come moira's not in the mix?"
the comment made the cowboy laugh again. "reyes would die the second he touched one o' moira's witch nails."
Let me save you, hold this rope
jesse couldn't bare to let himself remember any more of that day. just hours after that memory... y/n would be gone. he didn't do anything to save her, he couldn't make it in time.
everyone he knew and loved would be gone, swept away from him just like that.
and he only walked out of the swiss base missing an arm.
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Hayran Kurgujust a ton of oneshots about my favorite characters! requests open, send in - character - prompt - genre (angst, fluff, smut/lemon, etc.) and you're good to go! :)