#uchitoru

                lips are pressed together as hana tries her best                 to stifle the laughter bubbling in her throat. ( she                 can’t help it, really -- it almost feels like she’s fe-                 eling what everyone else wants to say, but won’t. )                 another second passes before she breaks, head                 shaking as she speaks between bursts of giggles.

-- i have come to deliver --

-- content warning : young fools --

* 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ;; 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  @uchitoru​ asked: ⌛ ILY

send ⌛for a sleep headcanon

jesse’s trained himself to run efficiently on little to no sleep. he rarely sleeps a sound full 8 hours - he has night terrors pretty routinely and suffers from phantom pains in his arm regularly as well. his night terrors are extremely intense and when he does finally snap out of it, he usually can’t fall back asleep. he is self conscious about sleeping near or next to other people because of how bad it is, and on his worse days, has been known to drink enough so that he’ll pass out and stay out. 

on the occasion that he does get good sleep, he’s a pretty heavy sleeper. he snores and he starfishes all over the bed, sometimes even sleep talks. you could have a full conversation with him. he also is kind of a cuddler, and tends to latch onto people that he shares a bed with - he usually tries to warn them beforehand if they want to share a bed with him. when the PTSD isn’t slapping him around he’s really just a big teddy bear. squeaks if you squeeze him and everything.

random asks / always accepting @uchitoru​ asked : He takes hold of his hand, thumb dragging across scarred knuckles before he raises them to his lips, kissing them softly. "How I've missed you, Jesse..."

          𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄.   true and unfiltered, right as rain. he feels like a teenager, giddy and in love ― as if they met yesterday. hanzo bestows to him a tenderness he doesn’t DESERVE, gentle kisses pressed to war-torn knuckles. the only person able to take a man like jesse mccree off his hinges and tear down the facade he’s built up over all these years ― the cowboy’s missed him like nothing else he’s EVER missed before. his absence in jesse’s life is always, always noticed even in the most minute sense, and to have him back is EVERYTHING he could ever want.

He takes hold of his face, gently placing a kiss to his lips before lingering a moment in his space. Savoring what time they had to spend together, knowing it was always so fleeting when they'd send him away to do odd missions in far off places. Reason why he was always left longing, hoping to keep him for as long as possible, knowing he'd soon have to depart. "Are you certain I cannot join you? I would feel better if we were to go together on this mission... I want you safe."

is he certain? HELL no — the only one certain that hanzo can’t go with him is winston. jesse’s certainty of it just doesn’t matter because he’s not the one in charge. if he had his way, they would go together. they compliment each other in their jobs, if nothing more, and it isn’t as if they’ve ever provided a distraction for one another. he’s almost like a child in his thoughts, PETULANT as they may be —  but he’s well-behaved enough to understand that this is his job, whether he likes it or not. he signed up for this.

maybe hanzo can see the battle in his eyes. he hates, no... LOATHES when they have to split up like this. these long, drawn-out missions that need him all the way out in god knows where that somehow always need JESSE’S particular skill set and no one else’s. maybe if hanzo could come with him, it wouldn’t be all bad. but that’s almost never permitted — it’s those conversations with winston that make jesse miss his bounty hunter’s freedom.

his flesh hand drifts to rest with hanzo’s, the slightest of sighs passing his lips. calloused thumb rubbing gently across his knuckles in the gentlest way that he can manage.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 - [ACCEPTING SELECTIVELY]

  Fingers clasp tightly over her shoulder, trying to staunch the bloom of red that slowly stains more and more of her shirt. Sweat drenches her flesh and blurry eyes glance up at the sound of someone’s voice. Her back is pressed to whatever is behind her, so she can’t scramble back instinctively, as she’d tried to, but somehow she still manages to find her voice. ‘ I- nh- leave me be. . .’ The Devils Child grits out. Too vulnerable. Too WEAK. She’d die like this and never be any closer to the truth she sought. 

       Though. . .truly. . .part of her deep down hoped this stranger would just leave her to die. 

THERE       LAYS       A       BEAST       BENEATH     ,     (    one    quick    to    bare    TEETH    )     from   history   written   on     DECIMATED     flesh.     scars   littered.     re-writing   what   was   once   known   as   “   the   perfect   soldier   “   now   a   fragmented   past.     HOW     MANY     YEARS                    has   he   hid   his   features    ,    not   yet   bold   enough   to   express   his   shame    ,    release   the   monster   that   thrashes   underneath   a     glaring     red    ?     (    was    he    afraid    of    the    ashes    that    remain    ?    or    that    the    world    may    see    a    COWARD    shamelessly    clearing    away    debris   ?    struggling    to    catch    his    breath    in    a    world    that     WANTED    TO    DROWN    HIM.     he    should    have    stayed    dead    …    )     the   mere   thought   of   exposure   makes   hands   curl    ,    a   snarl    ;;    like   rust   meeting   gravel    ,   grinds   against   his   throat    / /    if   it   were   not   for   the   visor   the   other   may   see   the     fight     or     flight     instinct   kicking   in.     SHAME.     an   ever   pressing   fear   to   lash   at   those   who     DARE     to   see   what   is   past   the   guise   he   fronts.

(    A    MAN.     NOTHING    MORE     / /     NOTHING     LESS    !    )

“    there    is    NOTHING    worth    seeing.    it’s    best    you    move    along    ,    NOW.    “