I have one fucking image in my head that I cant get rid of that I thought you might like. McCree trusting Reyes enough to the point where he doesn’t even flinch when he shoves a gun in his mouth. And when Reyes asks him to pull the trigger himself, he does it without hesitation. There’s a satisfying click and Reyes pulls the gun out of his mouth, scratching Jesse’s head, “Good boy.”

milkcree:

blackwatch-mccree:

Holy shit Anon I legit just stared off into space for like a full minute after reading this. I think my pupils dilated. This mental image is amazing and I hope you don’t mind me using it as a prompt:

EDIT: Link to the fic on AO3 because Readmores don’t work on tumblr.

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Bye.