#Jesse Mccree imagines

[nori-writes]

Hi there! May I request Cassidy with an s/o who can easily fluster him? Thank you in advance if you do this!

“You love it.”

Cassidy x Reader

W/C: 850+

A/N: YESS, I love Cassidy requests, sadly this is the last one I have (feel free to send more 👀) I’ve been obsessed with Overwatch recently especially Cassidy and Hanzo. One last funny little thing that I wanna share. So basically the way I write his accent is a just quietly talk to myself while I’m writing because I have a southern accent myself. Just thought it was a lil funny thing to share.

Also this isn’t proof read AT ALL. I wrote this in a couple periods of school.

Cole loves complimenting and flirting with you as often as he gets the chance to.

But as soon as you throw a compliment back at him he is a flustered mess.

Typically he's just fine taking a compliment from someone like another agent in Overwatch but when it's from you?

God help him.

Whenever he’s flustered he’ll pull his hat from his head to cover his face and take a moment to collect himself before even thinking about replying to you

It’s literally adorable.

Claims to hate it

He loves it.

He’ll glance over them and claim that your words don’t affect him

They most definitely do.

It was around midnight and Cassidy still hadn’t managed to find his way into bed. He had returned from a mission earlier and had meant to go home hours ago to change, shower, or even just to see you. God, he always missed you. Instead, he sat on a part of the counter in the base's kitchen, lights out, eating some cookies that Brigitte had made for all of Overwatch to enjoy and enjoy he did.

They were amazing, perfectly cooked but still a nice chewable, gooey texture to them with the perfect amount of chocolate chips and hit the spot at this time of night. If he was being completely honest though, he hadn’t realised how late it was getting to be. If he had he would’ve scurried his way home by now.

Though, the silence in the Overwatch kitchen at night was a weirdly comforting thing. The curtains were open just enough to bring in the perfect amount of moonlight to illuminate everything so that you weren’t tripping over stuff in the dark.

After a couple more cookies Cole had finally decided to pull out his phone and check the time which had read to be almost 1:00 AM. Determining that it was already far too late for him to be awake he decided on one last cookie before he would finally make his way to your shared bed for the night.

He pulled his last cookie out of the jar before taking a bite out of it as he realised your figure stood in the doorway, “Hey sweet pea, what’re you doin’ up at this hour?”

You left the doorway making your way closer to Cole. He noted that you were in pyjamas meaning that you had already been in bed as your voice came out in a groggy tone, “Someone had mentioned that you were back from your mission earlier today, I hadn’t seen you so I came looking for you. Missed your handsome face.”

He internally thanked that he had left the lights off when he came in here earlier, had he not the only thing to hide how embarrassingly red his face was currently would’ve been his hat. The hat which he wasn’t wearing currently.

There was an outline of a smile that came across your face, you weren’t able to fully see his reaction but you knew the effect that your words had on him. He was always the one who flirted with other people, never the other way around so when you threw his words right back at him the reaction was nothing but the best. He took a second to gather himself before he even thought about replying to you.

“Sorry, I hadn’t been lookin’ at the time. I meant to come n’ see you earlier. I kinda got caught up with Brigitte’s cookies, these things are amazing,” He praised the cookies while taking a bite out of the one he had grabbed before he noticed you were in the room.

You shook your head in agreement, hopping up on the counter next to him, laying your head onto his shoulder, “You thinking about heading to bed anytime soon?”

“Just ‘bout to after I finished this last cookie,” you let out a small hum of acknowledgement to his words looking up at his face, “Somethin’ on your pretty little mind sugar?”

You shook your head, “Nothing just you, all the time.”

All he could do was sigh with a smile on his face, the blush of his face much more visible with the closeness of the two of you, “Can’t be just sayin’ stuff that.”

“Yes I can, and you love it.”

As always if you enjoyed my masterlist is here

[sshadowritestoriess]

UH HI TELEPORTS BEHIND YOU.

would u be willing to write reader comforting cassidy. my mind is set on “i can fix him” mode rn i need to hold that man

HAHA certainly, I’ll give this a shot :]

Comforting Cassidy

Mind you, Cole Cassidy is far from being a dependent man. He enjoys his life and how far he’s come, likes what he’s got going. Gets a kick out of being a hero, really, even if that is a bit selfish

But that doesn’t mean things don’t get to him every now and again

A reputation can be a man’s greatest curse, and Cole has quite the ledger dragging behind him.

As much as he leans into the things he does now, figuring himself a better man— though a lot harder than robbing banks, he’d often say. But that just meant the work is worth it— the past never quite lets go, even if he did.

The Deadlock gang was just becoming more of a nuisance every time they happened to find him. He couldn’t help a smile for the nostalgia, but as time ebbs on it starts to get old

His involvement with Blackwatch wasn’t entirely his fault. At least, not in terms of all their wrongdoings. He just wanted to do right, but Reyes turned out to be quite the conflicting role model

And then Overwatch ended up disbanded after he’d already walked out. It’s what the world had wanted, apparently. Every news story preached about the fall of these “terrorists”, something he took to heart a little when his name kept getting used as one of the bad examples.

He knew he hadn’t been the best person. He couldn’t deny the things he did, but that’s why he had come to Overwatch— to try and make up for those things by enacting Justice for others.

So while he’d been doing a whole lot of trying for the last several years, he sure was getting a whole lot of shit for it. Still. Even when he was beginning to believe his good deeds were finally outweighing the bad.

So, yeah, it got to him sometimes. A recent headline, CRIMINAL MISTAKENLY EXPOSES JUNKER HEIST, ESCAPES POLICE SHOOTOUT — which was no accident.

He’d slipped a tip to the head chief when he’d run into the man at a bar, having intercepted a call between some other wanted felons. There was a literal recording of the conversation in the envelope he’d left— what part of that was “mistaken”?

When their troops didn’t arrive, Cassidy took it upon himself to hold them off until they finally realized he wasn’t bullshitting. Yet when help finally came, he was roped in with the bad guys, and he was shot at.

Adrenaline and frustration makes for one hell of a drug. Even through the fray, he didn’t stop taking down the junkers until he was positive the police could handle what was left of them. Then he fled.

He’d had to take off his hat and wrap it carefully into his serape, ducking behind a dumpster just around a building to tie his hair up— then glancing down to realize he’d been shot through his side— and slipped away from the scene through an alley. He held the bundle of red cloth between his arms like a football, covering where he’d been hit.

It was a lousy disguise, but the hat made for a pretty recognizable target when he’s being pursued. Hiding it lowered his chances of being approached, despite the soft clanking of peacekeeper in its holster.

So he’d managed to limp all the way back home, a temporary apartment just in the outskirts of the city. Your car was parked by the curb across the street— home early. Damn.

He came inside and you greeted him as normal, but noticed quickly the hard look in his eyes and the sweat on his brow. There was a scrape in his prosthetic, a dent in the armor of his chest, and a growing dark spot in the bundled serape.

Your worrying was always endearing, he just hates being the cause for your fret.

“I’m alright, pumpkin, just had a bit of a tussle-“ he’d try to tell you gently, a blatant lie that sank like a rock in his throat when you’d spotted the bullet wound.

You hurried him to lay on the couch, fetching some medical supplies you kept under the kitchen sink. Treating bullet wounds was a skill he’d had the misfortune to teach you, this wasn’t anywhere close to the first time he’d been shot since he met you and it absolutely wouldn’t be the last.

He could do it himself, but you had more careful hands than he did.

You demanded to know what happened, and he gave you the rundown. He always made sure to reiterate these encounters as if he were telling an exciting story, glorifying his actions like he were some kind of superhero.

This often lessened your concerns, but you still didn’t like when he gets hurt. You weren’t going to try and convince him to stop, though— you knew he was likely going to remain on this road until something eventually gets in his way

And then you asked a question he most commonly lied about.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Thus his default response, “Course I am, darlin’. Why wouldn’t I be?”

A soft smile, and a kiss. But you always had your suspicions that he didn’t want to be open about what was really going on in his head.

Surface level, he really was okay. He didn’t need to talk about this things, what did it matter if he knew he’d never be deterred?

But a couple hours later, seeing that damned headline from the events of today, you actually caught his solemn sigh from where he sat at the edge of the bed, glaring into the screen of his phone that was far too bright this late into the evening.

You caught sight of the large capital letters and his troubled stare, but the screen went black and his gaze softened the moment your hand touched his back

“You’re allowed to be upset.” You told him, “You’ve got no reason to pretend around me.”

“Caught me, huh?” He offered half of a smile, but it was tired. He couldn’t meet your gaze anymore.

You pulled him to face you, embracing him as tightly as you could, and told him that he was a good man. He hugged you back, though far more gently than the way you tried to squeeze him

He would chuckle to you, “I know, I know,” then wait a couple moments before finally giving in, starting with a defeated, “…it’s just…”

He rambled a bit about his frustrations, and how conflicted he felt about himself at times. He knew he was doing the right thing, but what was most important was if he felt it was worth it— right? Was it worth it?

You would assure him that, yes, he’d done more than enough. He should do what makes him happiest— only to have him make a sappy joke about being with you in response.

“I’m serious.”

Another sigh, he sinks into your hold. “Yeah, yeah… I hear ya.” it was just hard not to deflect.

He felt your hand come up to his head suddenly, and you thread your fingers through his hair to pet him.

He melts. Comically, he pushes all his weight on you until you’re forced back onto your elbows, his face in your chest. He’s happy to hear your laugh

You both get into a more comfortable position, but you keep combing your hand through his hair. He has your waist trapped in his arms, sealed against him, and his eyes are closed.

“Y’always know what to say,” he murmurs eventually, “my lil’ corner of good in the world. How’d you manage that?”

“I know you. It’s not hard to guess.” You tell him, “And… you don’t owe me your thoughts Cole, but I hope you know I’m here for you. You can always talk to me, you know?”

He takes a while to finally nod against you, a grunt being a weak acknowledgment that he understood. “Jus’ hard, a bit. But I gotcha.” He presses a kiss into your jaw.

“We’ll get there.” You say patiently, and he grins.

He wasn’t a dependent man, but damn it all if he didn’t enjoy leaning into you like this sometimes. With you, he knew he’d do better for himself too.

[ow2requests]

Could I request headcannons with Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji and Reaper with a male s/o who's really anxious? I've has really bad anxiety lately and I'd really like this, thank you!

Overwatch Headcannons with an anxious male s/o

TW: mentions of anxiety, overwhelming thoughts, throwing up, panic attacks,

A/N: Hi anon! I’m really sorry for the late response, life has been a little too busy lately, and I have been suffering from good ol’ writers block. point is, I’m back! I hope you like these head cannons! I tried my best!

also…I hope you’re feeling better! I understand completely how you feel, anxiety is truly something hard to get through and deal with, and nobody should ever have to go through that. My dm’s are always open if you want to talk about it! I hope you’re ok anon! you can get thru this, ur not alone!

With all that being said, here you go !

Cassidy

- Now, cassidy isn’t the smartest of the bunch, but he was able to detect your anxious tendencies from a mile away.

- Initially he thought you were just jumpy.

- But after looking into it a little more, he finds out that you have anxiety.

- It wasn’t like Cassidy hasn’t experienced his fair share of anxious hiccups, he knew what it was like.

- To an outsider, it may seem unexpected that a man as put together and suave as Cassidy could have an anxiety attack.

- But it was true, he cracks every now and then, just like everybody else.

- However, Cass never had anybody to comfort or help him through it.

- He feels terrible watching you cry. His heart breaks for you.

- and unfortunately, Cass is quite awkward when it comes to comforting crying people.

- Back in highschool, when his partners broke down crying—what he usually did was stare them down and cough at the awkward silence until they stopped. In short, he did little to console them.

- He was determined to help you get through this though! Especially when you were comfortable enough to open up to him about it.

- And because of that, he tries his best to help you through it.

- (Sombra is definitely confused when she snooped in his search history)

- “How to help anxiety person”

- He probably cracks some goofy jokes to keep everything lighthearted.

- He’s a good person to have around when you need a distraction from your thoughts.

- Over time I feel like he’d become more skillful at comforting, now that he’s more knowledgeable on the topic.

- He knows when to be serious though, if you were to have a panic attack, he’d drop everything and just hold you close to him.

- He’d reassure you that everything is okay.

- “I’ve gotcha darlin’. Let it all out.”

- You’re with him now, after all.

- likes to wrap his arms around you, while gently stroking your head.

- even when he’s busy with overwatch business, he finds time to stay supportive.

- Now, when you guys first started dating, Cass was really big on going out.

- He’d take you out to have a drink at the bar, to the movies, karaoke, etc.

- All very loud, bustling and lively atmospheres.

- but then, he noticed the way you shrunk from the crowd,

- he noticed how you’d get overwhelmed by all the different noises and unwanted stimulation.

- of course, after that, dates with him changed.

- He decided to take another approach.

- Nowadays, you guys usually do one to one activities. He’d take you to a park so you two can have a picnic, a walk along the beach, stargazing.

- Just anything that he thought would comfort you.

- very sweet to you.

- he’d never make you do something you didn’t want to do.

- he’ll switch things up if you get anxious because of it.

- If you were ever anxious about you both being guys and out together, Cassidy would not have it.

- no no, that can’t do.

- Cassidy will definitely reassure you that he doesn’t care that your a guy, and it doesn’t make him love you any less.

- and if people have a problem with that then…

- To hell with them!

- He doesn’t mind how many times you want to hear it, he’ll reassure you until your convinced.

- soft forehead kisses make everything feel better.

- Very understanding!

Hanzo

- hanzo on the other hand…

- he is someone who has had to live through guilt all his life.

- he had to tough it out, as he was the eldest in his family, he was trained to be an untouchable being, a Shimada was a big name to live up to, he had to adopt many skills and many hobbies throughout his younger years.

- Even when he tried his best,

- even when he murdered his own brother.

- It still wasn’t good enough.

- “Tears are for the weak, never let anything get to you, Hanzo. You are a Shimada. Act like it.”

- he is no stranger to anxiety, he knows how it feels to have your thoughts eating you away.

- much like Cassidy, he never had anybody to reassure him, he never had anybody to comfort him or tell him everything is ok.

- However, compared to Cassidy he fails in the comforting department.

- how he learns you have anxiety?

- Hanzo likes to people watch,

- it’s a habit of his.

- He noticed right away, just by the way you held yourself up.

- He is so lost on what to do with this information.

- he wants to help, he really does.

- But he has no clue how to approach you about it

- he’d rather die than ask for advice, so he decided to man up and question you on it.

- his suspicions were correct.

- Hanzo may not be the best at comforting, but he is an extremely good listener.

- You won’t ever have to worry about rambling, or getting lost in thought.

- He is very patient, he will listen to all of your worries.

- Although, it isn’t always the best. At times it feels like he’s brushing you off— it feels like he’s uncomfortable.

- He really isn’t!

- “…I apologize Y/N. I did not mean to come off that way.”

- He was never a people person, speaking to people and offering words of comfort— it wasn’t his forte.

- he grows more protective of you— but not in an overbearing way.

- He becomes protective in a way that screams ‘I’m right behind you every step of the way, and I will not allow anybody to hurt you.’

- if he notices you’re uncomfortable, he’ll hesitantly— but gently, hold your hand and ask if you’d like to leave to a more calmer place.

- He’s always right by your side.

- He tries his best to comfort you through physical affections.

- He isn’t the best with words, after all.

- His hand is always open to hold.

- Warm and reassuring hands.

- his hands are definitely calloused and have little scars littering them from the harsh training he had put himself through his entire life.

- definitely writes formal letters to you while he’s on missions,

- “Dear Y/N,”

- he just wants to check up on you 😭

- but sir…you have a phone, just message your boyfriend⁉️

- gentle face-touching.

- hugs and cuddles when he’s lost in what to say.

- definitely not big on going out.

- he’d enjoy more introverted-style dates, he enjoys a more simplistic environment.

- There is beauty in simplicity after all.

- he makes your dates perfect for the two of you,

- he prepares the best homemade dinner dates in history.

- He’s just so?? Good?? At everything???

- ( not everything, but you get my point !)

- makes the most scrumptious food ever.

- he may not seem like it, but he’s very maternal when it comes to caring for you.

- definitely makes you deserts to try to ease your anxiety.

- cookies, brownies, cheesecake, you name it!

- his food slowly becomes your guilty pleasure, but he doesn’t need to know that.

- All in all, very helpful if you want somebody to hold you, and listen to your concerns and thoughts, no matter how small or big.

Genji

- now admittedly, I firmly believe that Genji will be the most helpful in these situations.

- After Hanzo carried out the assassination attempt against him. He had suffered for a long time trying to accept his cybernetic body, accepting that he is man and machine combined, overcoming his feelings of hatred for Hanzo, overcoming his depression, waking up in cold sweats due to anxiety, his PTSD and nightmares intertwined, forgiving his brother, everything.

- all of these men have been in very dark times in their life, they are no stranger to the overwhelming rush of thoughts bartering in their heads.

- But despite all of that, Genji understands.

- Not that the others don’t, Genji just gets it on a deeper level.

- He truly feels you from the bottom of his soul.

- He can see you, he knows it hurts.

- “It’s not just a feeling, it’s physical.”

- There used to be nights where he threw up from how anxious he felt.

- Nevertheless, he overcame the hurdles life threw at him.

- With the help of his master, Zenyatta, of course.

- He picked up many healthy habits, and he knows how to put them to good use.

- It wouldn’t take long for him to find out about your anxiety.

- He is a great person to go to when your overwhelmed and upset.

- Genji never fails to lend you a shoulder to cry on.

- He’ll stay silent when you vent to him, he understands that all you need is somebody to listen.

- “Everything is alright.”

- “I’m here.”

- Definitely invites you to meditate with him.

- Even if it’s a short resolve, he hopes that silencing your thoughts —even for a little while— will help.

- In the situation where you cry or have a panic attack, Genji definitely resists the urge to envelope you into a hug. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

- He sits beside you and helps you control your breathing.

- He knows this method, and he used it a lot when he felt that he was losing control.

- It was called the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. Find five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

- It was a great technique for grounding yourself. It was a good reminder that your okay, and once you deviate your focus away from what is plaguing your thoughts — it’ll be alright.

- He will stay with you for as long as necessary.

- Afterwards, he will steal that hug from you !

- He is willing to help you with whatever concerns you have.

- Need water? He’s already filling up your water bottle.

- Do you want to vent? He’ll listen to you with all his attention focused on you.

- Do you want some peace and quiet? He understands. Just remember that he’s here, and he’s not going anywhere.

- Despite his understanding nature. There are times where you can’t tell if he’s messing with you or if he’s being serious.

- He is being 100% serious.

- He definitely drops random pieces of advice at different times.

- You could be in the toilet and he’ll just be like…

- “Y/N, I understand what you were upset about yesterday— your desire to take action is present and well-intentioned, however, every time you move, anxiety tightens it’s grip and-“

- ???

- HE’S IN THE TOILET. Genji please.

- He’s very metaphorical — he got it from Zenyatta.

- Sometimes it gets out of hand though.

- *sees a soda can rolling by*

- “Do you ever feel that you are that soda-can, y/n? Unable to stop moving despite being exhausted from the rush of adrenaline. You feel as if you have no control…”

- He isn’t wrong but…it’s just so unwarranted and RANDOM???

- In all seriousness though!

- Genji is very helpful to you,

- he feels peace with himself now. he wants you to be at peace with your mind as well.

- He’ll hold you gently if you’d like.

- And he’ll do it for as long as it takes, and even after that, he won’t stop trying his best to help you.

- Gentle caresses on your back and sweet kisses feathered on your hand.

Reaper/Gabriel

Gabriel:

- now if we’re talking about Gabriel.

- I feel that even though he may not fully understand your feelings, it didn’t mean he didn’t sympathize with you.

- he tries his best to understand you when you vent to him.

- your somebody special to him, and he doesn’t want to see you suffering.

- he tries his best to help, even if it’s not as extravagant as the others.

- he crouches down next to you, and holds your face in his hands, cradling you steadily.

- he murmurs reassuring words to you.

- he asks you if there is anything you need, and once your feeling better he’d go get it right away.

- he’d probably offer to go on a walk with you. he’ll buy you a snack and drinks along the way.

- as you two walk, the gentle breeze brushing though the two of you gives you pleasant shivers down your spine. It’s therapeutic really.

- definitely also enjoys going on rides in his car, it helps him center and ground himself when he needs to blow off steam.

- ‘it might have to the same affect on him.’ He thought.

- he’d take you with him, and you’ll both just be driving in his car. he’d play music of your choice because he isn’t very big on listening to music himself.

- a hug? his arms are wrapped around you in a second.

- he’s quick to tell you how proud he is of you.

- you are his number one.

- Gabriel probably heats up a nice, warm bath for you later on.

- his bathtub is quite large, so there’s room for him to join you if that would make you feel better.

- I feel like he’d try to encourage you to try to overcome something your anxious about.

- For example, if your scared ordering alone in a restaurant.

- he’d be behind you for support, and if he saw that you were struggling he’d swoop in to save you.

- he won’t force you of course.

- he just wants to help you feel more comfortable doing things.

- he’d definitely introduce you to his overwatch buddies if you’re comfortable.

- he values his work, and it’s extremely important to him, but he’s willing to put it aside occasionally. just for you!

- he’s always holding your hand.

- at first, your confused why everybody is so shocked that your dating him.

- until you saw the way he acts with his subordinates and trainees.

- he is one strict commander!

- your his soft spot, as much as he’d hate to admit it.

- your one of the only people who get to experience the soft side of Gabriel.

- He loves you a lot.

Reaper (sad :( feel free to skip !)

- now, this one might be a little painful to hear, but I really don’t think reaper is capable of comforting or truly showing love for someone at this point in his life. (Feel free to skip this part!)

- He isn’t the same Gabriel he was before.

- he was always confident in himself and in his actions

- he’d experienced anxiety a long long time ago, when he was still…Himself.

- but now? All he experienced was perpetual pain, the constant feeling of the cells in his body splitting every second, no ending in sight.

- It does not mean he didn’t experience guilt.

- but that wasn’t exactly the same, now was it?

- I’d imagine that he wouldn’t be the best to go to.

- no- actually, he’d be the worst to go to.

- reaper is a hard shell.

- he has zero idea on how to deal with emotion.

- how could he? he couldn’t even understand his own, or even fathom how to deal with it.

- if you were to cry, he’d stand and stare at you for a couple of seconds before walking away, giving you space— even if your fingertips yearned his touch.

- he isn’t much of a physical person anymore.

- if you were to hug him, he’d immediately go stiff before pushing you off.

- physical affection really freaks him out.

- he just isn’t affectionate in general.

- rarely, he’ll force himself if you really need it. but he isn’t a kisser, a hugger or any of that— not anymore.

- The extent his affection will go is giving you attention, stroking your head or letting you sit on his lap.

- it isn’t a fun time.

- he has grown into a cruel, and merciless man.

- but he isn’t heartless.

- I feel like, if you ever found comfort in wearing his clothes, he’d definitely leave them out for you. (his old clothes, like his beanie, or maybe even his hooded cloak that he mainly wears)

- checks on you, but you barely catch him do it.

- his footsteps are extremely quiet, it’s as if there’s a ghost in your house.

- definitely gets SO pissed when he finds you crying because somebody hurt you.

- that’s something he will not tolerate.

- he stays quiet when your crying but…

- the minute he has the chance, that person will meet their demise.

- “um…gabe, i just heard that…that the person went missing last night, did something happen?”

- it really doesn’t seem like it, but he still cares about you deep down.

- However.

- work comes first, and unfortunately, you will be the second choice in his eyes.

- that fact doesn’t stop him from getting you small trinkets or souvenirs that he thinks will amuse you or keep you calm for a period of time.

- he wants you to move on from him.

- he feels that you’re just wasting your time continuing to stick around and wait for him to reciprocate your love.

- he knows your in a fragile place, so he will push himself to be more supportive.

- all that he can muster.

- (which isn’t a lot 😧 but at least it’s SOMETHING.)

- yeah…It’s upsetting, but that’s my best guess on how he’ll act as reaper.

[sangoqueenkoko]

i don’t reblog OW fics much atm, but this one stuck in my mind like a bad image

how dare you make this upsettingly good?

Still

「Author’s Note: This features a degree of angst, so be cautious before continuing! A content warning for blood!」

“Hey, can you hear me?” a panicked voice called your name repeatedly, barely audible over the gunshots that flew above overhead. Your body twitched from the position you were in, and words struggled to escape you. Everything sounded so compressed, so muffled, and your ears were ringing. It was difficult for you to determine what was going on by this point, and the voices began to mesh together.

“McCree, that’s enough. Return to your position.” A calmer, feminine voice spoke to the person who previously called your name. You grimaced as a sharp pain shot through your abdomen and you watched as he tried to walk closer towards you both. “That is an order. Go!” 

“Doc, we don’t-”

“Now, McCree! I can’t have you here right now. Cover us! Please!” You blinked your eyes slowly, feeling pain snake its way inside of you, and you whimpered as you felt the doctor shift your body. You let out a cry as you felt your body be lifted from the ground, blurred images of your teammates surrounding you. Hesitantly the male held onto his hat, gritting his teeth before doing as he was instructed.

Wailing in pain, you felt nothing but discomfort as the adrenaline of what happened leave you, and you couldn’t move. Your eyes wandered down to your body, processing what was causing you so much grief as you laid on your back. It wasn’t the smartest for you to do at that moment, as upon further inspection of your body you saw that you had been impaled by a tall, rusted pipe. Crimson trails rushed from the impact wound, creating a thick pool under your person, and your breathing became rapid.

Eyes widening, you screamed, bloodcurdlingly so, as heads turned to you. It didn’t last long, you being on the ground alone, as grunting and screaming could be heard from every which way. The sounds of bodies collapsing was slightly covered by gunfire, all of which sounded the same to you as your hollering brought more towards you. Soldiers awaited further instruction from your position, and as you writhed in pain, you couldn’t make out the hurried footsteps to your direction. 

“You have to stay awake for me, [Y/N], OK?” the doctor comforted, beginning to glow a hue of golden yellow as she placed her hands over your wound, examining the severity of your impalement. “Keep your eyes on me.” Her cerulean hues locked on your [colour] ones, staring intently before she resumed attempting to stabilize the wound. You couldn’t decipher what she meant, where you were, what was happened, and your mind began to spin. Your eyes became dilated, you could barely feel oxygen enter you as other medics came to your side. 

Your skin became cold, your breathing weak but fast, and your lips quivered as a timid hum vibrated on them. “I am here for you, I am right here.” The doctor comforted was slightly clearer than the other persons around you, although she was still a struggle to visualize. Whining, you felt a sudden jerk in your body as tears streamed down your face. Everything was becoming such a haze, too many voices, too many loud sounds. Heat left you, and you felt tight contractions in your lower half of your body. You became tense with every passing moment, and blood rushed from your gaping injury.

“She’s going into shock,” the doctor stated, your vision becoming blurry as more first respondents came to you. You tried to shake your head, to move, to do anything, but any little movement you made inflicted a worse response from your body. Whimpers were the only thing you could manage, and the taste of blood filled your mouth. “My staff.”

Occasionally, a figure would disappear, only to return seconds later with something in their arms to hand to the woman. “Dr. Ziegler.” An exchange of sorts was made, and it confused you even more. The medics began murmuring something you could not understand, making you all the more nervous in your current state. It burned, it hurt, it was agonizing, it was too much. You shouted, trying to move your body, only increasing your pain as tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Doctor Ziegler came closer to you and watched as now, four medical agents carefully took you in their arms as they lifted you from the jagged pipe. You wept as blood seeped from your opening, and as you moved you saw a brown-haired man attempt to get closer to you, but was quickly held back by others. He shouted your name, and the woman who sought you first yelled something to him, and others chimed in. Though, you could not determine what anyone was saying, what was going on, or why you felt so cold.

It wasn’t until you went limp, collapsing in the hands of the medics, that you recognized the voice. Your eyes glazed over slowly, while still staring to the male as he struggled frantically to break free to get to you. He reached out, his arms extending as far as they could in an attempt to reach you, his shock-crossed expressing watching you. His mouth was agape, screaming your name hysterically as tears left him.

He was the last thing you saw.

[keraxxx]

Mae’s FanFic Masterlist:

Hello and welcome to my account! this is the masterlist that will help you find everything (more updates to come)

Requests are: Closed! Taking a break :)

Also!!! Please note that I only write certain things. Please understand if I do not post your request. :) This will include: incest, underage characters, pedophilia..

Thank you! *Also requests might take a day or two, I'm very sorry if I don't write your request.*

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The Last of Us:

Joel Miller-

-Stop messing with me -Smut

-Dilf. -Smut

Euphoria:

Maddy Perez-

-You’re perfect- Smut

Moonknight Boys:

-Friends with Benefits- Request

-My breakfast-Smut

Black Panther:

Namor-

-I feel you-Smut

Kinktober:

Day 22: Jesse McCree x Fem! Reader

Kinktober 2023-

Day 2: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader: Car sex

day 3: Marc spector x Fem! Reader: Shower sex

Scream:

Ethan Landry-

-Stupid Girl- request

-Pretty boy- smut

-No one can hurt you.-request

Spiderman:

Miguel O'hara-

You're mine- blurb

FNAF:

Mike Schmidt-

nsfw imagine

Saltburn:

Oliver Quick-

Hate or jealousy? (SERIES)

part 1, part 2, part three, part 4 (canceled)

Brat taming-Request

Oliver quick headcannons-Request

You’re my favorite-Request

Ted Talk with Anon

Birthday present

Felix Catton-

birthday sex- Birthday special!

-more to come soon.-

[yeehanfrf]

Week 13 Recs: It's about the Yearning

Week 13's theme was "It's about the yearning," or fics with an emphasis on pining, mutual or otherwise.

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating and then alphabetically by title!

Not Rated

This Year by CommonNonsense [8,835 words] Reccer comment: "extra cute, deliciously drawn out stuck-together-in-a-cabin pining"

The holidays are not kind to those on their own. Hanzo, at least, has never been overly invested in this time of year--but McCree, as he often does, changes things, and when a mission sees them snowed in together on Christmas Eve, there is no way to avoid it.

General Audiences

It Ain't Easy by KittenzCaboodle [29,426 words]

It’s St. Patrick’s day and Hanzo does not have a green shirt to wear.

This is not ideal.

On his quest to borrow one and properly join in on the planned celebration at the base, both he and Cole reminisce about how life has changed since Hanzo joined Overwatch. -

Fic written for YeeHan Week 2022!

Teen and Up

Dreamlike by mataglap [4,063 words] Reccer comment: "I FOUND IT!! there's a surprising amount of dream kiss fics"

Hanzo is used to bad dreams, and he never would have expected that a good dream would end up haunting him the most.

Flowers Like Ashes by NoirSongbird [8,266 words] Reccer comment: "Hanahaki, rated teen! There be angst 👀"

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. Hanzo Shimada is desperately in love with Jesse McCree -- the flower petals he coughs up whenever McCree so much as looks his way are plenty of evidence of that. It is unfortunate, then, that McCree utterly despises him.

Hiraeth by robocryptid [11,947 words]

After discovering that the mercenary Reaper is his old commander and mentor, Cole takes some time to get his head on straight. Hanzo refuses to let him do it alone.

Or: the author gives Cole Cassidy the kind of feelgood, big emotions, rite-of-passage road trip usually imagined for American teenagers, except this time it's for two grown-ass vigilante murder dudes.

Just Once by Vimeddiee [2,534 words]

Cole dreams that he’s kissing someone.

Sweet Dreams by Dracoduceus [5,134 words]

Hanzo’s dreams started to leak into reality and it becomes harder and harder to deal with, especially with his unresolved feeling toward Cassidy.

Tell Me by Akiko_Natsuko [27,728 words] Reccer comment: "pretty okay ff with past blackwatch Cass/Scion Hanzo"

They had me years before, a fling that had ended without names being exchanged and with an unspoken farewell. Hanzo had never expected to find the Cowboy again, let alone on the day he joined Overwatch. And he was unprepared for the fact that the man that he had never managed to forget, was unable to recognise him the day he finally gave Cassidy his name.

Unaddressed by robocryptid [11,100 words] Reccer comment: "the first chapter is amazing"

He gave twelve years of his life to the original Overwatch. He’s seen dozens of MIA cases, investigated more than a few of them himself. It’s not new. It’s just that now the organization’s so small; it makes it feel a lot more personal.

Winston gave the order. He can’t argue with the logic that he’s the one whose background best fits this particular task. But it was Genji asking him directly — trusting him with this in a way he knows it’s hard for Genji to trust — that made him agree to it.

So he rummages through Hanzo’s desk in search of anything that could help.

Undisclosed Desires by Calardes [12,751 words]

An unexpected dream forced Hanzo to reassess his relationship with a certain cowboy.

Now he could think of little else but how much he wanted to kiss him.

Wake-up Call by fishpoets [2,149 words] Reccer comment: "Love realization"

Falling in love is deceptively simple. Admitting it is trickier.

Mature

All the Little Pieces by KittenzCaboodle [57,890 words]

Cole Cassidy had not known peace ever since Hanzo Shimada had been thrust into his life, but - with some "time" - realizes that maybe it's not so bad having him around.

In fact, maybe it was always meant to be.

Foxhole Dreaming by fishpoets [18,569 words] Reccer comment: "And there was only one bed"

After Hanzo and McCree are ambushed on an undercover mission and McCree is injured, they need to hide out in a secret bunker that McCree knows of while they wait to be rescued. The prospect of a few days in close-quarters alone with McCree wouldn't be a problem, except for one thing: Hanzo's feelings for the gunslinger don't stop at friendship.

i could love you (for the rest of my life) by fwop [3,494 words] Reccer comment: "Oh. *Oh*"

“--if you had just listened to me for once, instead of running off--”

He’s gesturing wildly with his hands, more expression on his face than Jesse ever thought he’d see, more expression than Hanzo would ever like to show (if he had his way). He probably hasn’t even realized what he looks like right now. Instead, he’s doing his level best to cuss Jesse from one end to the other. He’s spittin’ mad.

Oh.

Source of Light by YourAverageJoke [WIP; 10,745 words] Reccer comment: "unfinished but still sweet"

Hanzo wonders if perhaps he had realized it before. Cassidy has been a constant in his life lately, a steady presence he isn’t even ashamed to admit he’s more than a little fond of. It certainly explains how he ended up here; it had seemed natural, after having sat on his bed for hours, staring into the cold, dark abyss of insomnia, to seek out his favourite source of light, especially after he had spent almost two weeks in its constant glow.

Sharing a bed trope with a small twist, some insecurities, lots of sap, and a happy ending.

Explicit

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by KittenzCaboodle [34,828 words] Reccer comment: "18+ and one of my favorites"

The man first in line for the Shimada throne was the last picture that Cole had been given to memorize. Hanzo Shimada. They had said it was unlikely that he would be sent, as he was too important for such menial tasks, but he was the next likely candidate according to Genji.

He gazed longingly towards the door, aching to step outside and get a fresh breath of the cool night air. As he silently grumbled about the sweat rolling down his back, the bodies grinding against each other in the club making the place hot and steamy in all the wrong ways, he saw him.

Of all the people in the world, Hanzo Shimada, the worst possible person, had just walked through the door and was putting their entire Blackwatch mission at risk.

Somehow, Cole had to distract him long enough to for Genji to get out, and he was willing to do whatever it takes, even if he was caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea.

But when the Devil buys you dinner and is one of the nicest people you've ever met, then things get confusing.

Crossing Stars by ceasefire [3,488 words] Reccer comment: "Young angsty yeehan has my heart forever"

Hanzo Shimada sneaks out to meet his lover with the help of his brother. Unfortunately, it seems that this will be the last time that they will see one another, and Hanzo decides to throw caution to the wind and do what he really wants for a change.

Not That I'm Complaining by robocryptid [28,981 words] Reccer comment: "I've only read this about a hundred million times, no big uwu"

An AU in which both Shimadas join Blackwatch, and Cole Cassidy falls in love dick first. Approximately 50/50 porn to feelings.

Tell Me Yer Name by kylar [23,161 words] Reccer comment: "YOUNG ANGSTY YEEHAN HAS MY HEART FOREVER"

Hanzo escapes the castle for a breath of fresh air following a particularly difficult day with the clan, and finds one in a mysterious, handsome American cowboy that instantly earns Hanzo's attention. Hanzo knows from subtle clues that his presence in Hanamura could mean trouble for his clan and himself, but that doesn't stop him from carrying on a secret affair with the charming cowboy. It's just a fling though, and he knows it will end eventually. He'll be able to put the cowboy behind him and continue on with his responsibilities and duties to the Shimada Clan. Little does he know, it won't be that easy, and the cowboy's short presence in his life will have a dramatic and devastating impact on everything that is to follow their little affair.

to lie down with dogs by motorghost [65,540 words] Reccer comment: "This is one of my favorite fics in this fandom. I really like the character dynamic here."

Hanzo and Cole are on a top-secret reconnaissance mission in the industrialized wasteland of post-Crisis North Dakota, hunkered down in a factory ill-fit for human occupation. Cole seems fine with the situation, but Hanzo's doubts extend far beyond their little room.

To Share (Cake) is to Care by spinel [4,679 words] Reccer comment: "funny pining with an extra hilarious dose of obliviousness"

“Howdy, Hanzo.” McCree smiles sunnily. “I'm guessin' Athena didn't give you a heads up. My quarters—all of Wing 3's quarters are flooded. Angela's with Genji, Lena's in Angela's room, Lúcio and Hana are in the break room, Torbjörn and Reinhardt both snore like you wouldn't believe, Zenyatta's in Genji's room, and Athena won't let me use the training room for a nap.”

It takes a moment, but then Hanzo's eyes narrow. “Athena told you I had a futon.”

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[amplexadversary]

So, to be self-indulgent for a moment, I like to imagine Chibodee roping the other shuffles into playing Overwatch (RIP) with him

He and the gals sometimes play but they always end up with a random for the 6v6

The gals recruit Rain and Allenby from their group chat at one point and so Chibodee gets the shuffles to join him.

I think Domon would be the frighteningly deadly Zenyatta you sometimes see. I think the robot monk would pique his interest, and since you need a balanced team he could be roped into playing dedicated support because "the healer is traditionally in charge" (half-truth, from Chibodee). Playing Tank and DPS, I think he'd go for Reinhardt and Hanzo, respectively. (I just know Domon would find Hanzo attractive. Which would probably frustrate him because that fucking backstory.)

Chibodee's most familiar with the game, so he's probably the teammate who switches characters the most to gain an advantage. I think he'd be particularly good with Soldier, Reaper, McCassidy (... ask me and I'll explain), Dva, Doomfist, Orisa, Winston, and Ana.

Argo has a soft spot for Zarya (at least in SRW he does have some love for his own nationality) and he is deadly with her. He's all right with Bastion, but they never really need him in a non-tank role, because he knows what he's doing. Often the de-facto strategist when Domon and Chibodee are being dumbasses.

Sai ends up really liking how Tracer plays, and being fairly good with Pharah and Genji (though he thinks Genji as a character is kind of a square, why, Sai thinks, did he become so lame when he grew up?). Wrecking Ball is his favorite tank, Followed by Winston and Dva, and he loves Lucio's speed and wallriding abilities.

George also doesn't strike me as particularly gaming-inclined, so he mostly picks characters with "traditional" strategic roles; Shield tanks like Reinhardt and Orisa, the sniper Widowmaker, and the dedicated healer Mercy. Later on he discovers he likes how Mei and Symmetra play, and starts using a lot of them (he tried Echo. didn't like having to learn to play every character in order to take advantage of her mimicry).

Since the Gals have already snatched up Rain and Allenby, Domon gets Kyoji or Schwarz (whomever is more free at the moment) to join as their sixth. They have mixed feelings about Moira but are very good at playing her, they enjoy Hanzo, Genji, Mei, and Symmetra, and are solid with the tanks Sigma and Winston, though neither of them tank well. Their reflex is to avoid damage rather than soak it, which makes for a very inconvenient tank for the rest of the team. Often also a de-facto strategist when Domon and Chibodee are being fools. They get along pretty well with Argo because of this.

(Strangely, the pirate reminds him of a friend of his from college, but is baffled by the association. He's even more baffled when he eventually sees Andrew again, who is for some reason as buff as Argo.)

On the Gals side;

Bunny is a dedicated Sombra main. She fucking loves going invisible and dicking with people. She will play Dva, Winston, or Moira if she must. She's surprisingly good at Junkrat and Reaper when they need one.

Cath really appreciates Baptiste, though will go Ana, or Mercy if they can't keep close enough to take proper advantage of his kit. She gave Doomfist a try, but didn't gel with his fighting-game-esque mechanics, so she'll sometimes play Sigma if they need her to be tank. She'll go Ashe, Mei, Pharah, Tracer, or Torbjorn if they need to fill a DPS gap.

Shirley likes the puzzle of filling gaps in the team's needs, and plays a little of everyone. I think she favors the Junkers (Junkrat & Roadhog), Torbjorn, and Lucio.

I think Janet likes the robots, but isn't fond of Orisa or Zenyatta's gameplay. Moira (support), Bastion, Genji, Pharah, and Doomfist (DPS), and Dva, Winston, and Wrecking Ball (Tank) are more her speed.

Rain grabs Mercy at first because she finds her relatable, but quickly pivots to Ashe and McCassidy for their gunplay. She picks up Orisa or Winston occasionally, as well as Lucio (I think she'd find him attractive, and appreciate his personality).

Allenby loves smacking people around as Reinhardt, and adapts to Echo surprisingly well for someone who just picked up the game; she'll usually go with her or Tracer for DPS. She likes Brigitte for being a healer whose gameplay is similar to Rein's, and for her personality, and she enjoys flitting around as Mercy as well.

@fighting-these-demons re: Domon and Kyoji

that is exactly who I imagine whenever I see this post.

Domon is exactly the kind of person to have A Routine (especially since I've settled on AuDHD Domon as a headcanon), and we have seen Kyoji mess with him, just with more of a goal in mind.

(I also kind of wonder what kind of video games, if any, Kyoji would go for. Which is very hard for me to speculate on because my answers would be extraordinarily biased towards my own tastes. )

[livesinthebalance]

"it’s harmless. most all children with imagination do it."

@quick-drawn​

“Well sure they do,” she answers with a light little laugh that crinkles her nose.

“But most children don’t also turn around and actually become cowboys though, so I was just a little curious about whether or not baby Jesse McCree was running around with a bandana and toy six-shooters playing Law Dogs and Robbers, acting out his lifelong dream?”

The western they had started how-ever long ago is completely forgotten as she pivots ever so slightly more towards him –– [ though how careful she is as she does so, not wanting to shift his hand from where it rests on her calf where her leg is slung over his lap… or to disturb him from where her other leg rests against his side, his arm propped over it ] –– and this time the light and amusement in her eyes has exactly nothing to do with any drinking games. 

Just him. 

[ But then, hadn’t it been just him from the start? ]

“And if he did, are there pictures? Because, I don’t know, I might need to see enough evidence to satisfy burden of proof.”

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

I loved the platonic ask with Hanzo💙. Can we have Platonic love with Mccree please? [love your blog 💕✨]

A/N: I will never not love platonic requests, friends. Platonic stuff is just… so good.

Platonic Hanzo

Tip Jar

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McCree

He is the chaotic dude-bro friend with a heart of gold that everyone needs in this life

McCree’s just a himbo, tbh,,,

Y’all doing stupid shit together and recording it to send to other people

Might be cool and stupid to you guys but it’s just stupid to everyone else

You have so many clips of him doing the goofiest shit while absolutely hammered on your phone

You’re either the designated driver or you’re both getting hammered and passing out in an alley to wake up cuddling each other the next morning

McCree sending you selfies while something very chaotic and probably dangerous is happening in the background, usually during serious missions

McCree sending you seven-second-long videos of him talking super chill like there’s not fighting happening all around him and like he’s not shooting at someone offscreen

The last two seconds are usually something exploding and the video cutting off

Not that this is relevant at all but somehow his phone always survives

You either learn to live with Jesse’s shit or you live in a constant state of anxiety that spikes slightly whenever you get a text from him

You and McCree texting during very important meetings, trying to make each other laugh

Jesse usually cracks first because he just keeps glancing and grinning at you; the grin eventually turns into a chuckle and then there’s no stopping it

Soldier having to place y’all on opposite sides of the room like some naughty school kids

McCree somehow being the best and worst wing-man ever

He starts out really well but it always goes south so quickly if you don’t shut him up

Starts talking about how great you are, then it moves into embarrassing story territory and you literally have to tackle him to make him stop

The person he was talking to is usually gone long before you stop pummeling him

Jesse just also casually flirts with you all the time

It’s up to you to decide whether you flirt back, but if you do, prepare for a flirting war

He is not afraid to kiss you

He’ll do it

Don’t test him

Or do, he doesn’t care

He’s hella protective of you

If anyone’s bullying you, he will throw hands

If someone’s in your space and making you uncomfortable, here comes McCree, pretending to be your partner who will definitely kick the creep’s ass

If you’re going on a first date, he’s chilling in the background wearing a terrible disguise but making sure you’re safe either way

He’s the type of friend who, if you ask him to call you with a fake emergency to break up a bad situation, he’s creating a whole storyline and just… keeps going

You being on the verge of laughing while listening to a supposed message of your mother dying in a super elaborate plane crash involving a UFO is not a good look, but he gets you out one way or another 

If you get stood up, he’s your date now, no ifs/ands/buts

And he’s paying, you put your money away gdi

If this is the case, he’s going all out

Super fancy

He cleans up very nicely when he wants to

Y’all cuddle, have a drawer at each other’s place, sleep in the same bed sometimes, change in front of each other, and it’s just chill

People who don’t know you guys well definitely think you’re dating and McCree will milk that shit for all it’s worth

Yet again, you probably have to tackle him to get him to shut up

Or you can go with it, fake a proposal, and get free cake

[nori-writes]

Ramblings

Cole Cassidy x Reader

Hanzo Shimada x Reader

Summary: Reader rambling on about an interest of theirs while they realise that their lover hasn’t responded to them in a minute to stop and find them in awe at how adorable their rambling was.

W/C: 350+

A/N: This is completely self indulgent. I was in class with nothing to do and I thought about this and wrote it so here we are, enjoy <3

Cassidy

Cole’s a talkative guy who loves to go on and on about things himself so when he gets to see you do it as well his heart swells at the sight.

He’s so glad that there’s something that you find this much passion in and that you’re comfortable enough to ramble on to him about all these things.

While you’re normally going on about these things though he’ll usually reply to some of the things you say instead of purely listening to let you know that he’s still there.

When you realise he’s stopped replying you turn to look over at him, worried that you might have bore him

Nope.

He has his head propped up by his hand on the table and he’s smiling that same warm, endearing smile that you had fallen in love with all that while ago.

“Gonna keep goin’ sweetheart?”

It wasn’t really a question, more of an encouragement.

Of course you obliged.

Hanzo

Listening to you is a normal thing for him, though that doesn’t mean that he enjoys it any less.

It’s something that he relishes, like Cassidy he loves to see that there's something you’re passionate enough about to open up like this to him.

He definitely asks himself what he did to deserve you.

He’ll just sit while doing something like cleaning his bow.

You are his favourite thing to listen to especially while doing menial tasks.

He’ll occasionally let out hums of acknowledgement to let you know that he’s still listening to you.

Sometimes he’ll put down what he’s doing just to get a good look at you.

He loves seeing the way your eyes seem to have this sparkle while talking about your interests.

Soon a small smile will develop onto his face while he admires you.

You realise how awfully quiet he had been when you stop to check on him and you’re met with him looking lovingly at you with the smallest but most loving of smiles on his face.

“Why’d you stop?”

You shook your head at his question with a grin on your face before returning to the topic you were talking about.

I literally love them. Anyway, if you enjoyed my master list is here 💜

[cyberdva]

Sweet Pea- Cole Cassidy x Reader ☆

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Masterlist

Summary: Y/n wakes up to a sleepy Cassidy coming in to check on her late at night. She invites him to stay with her while the rest of the Deadlock Gang attends to some long lost business.

Word Count: 1k

Date Uploaded:  5/26/20

Warnings: None!

A/N: I woke up last night and wrote this entire story, I only added a few bits in the last half hour, I hope you enjoy it. I plan to write a lot more Cassidy fics in the future! (Sorry this is so short. I didn’t want to drag it out and ruin the mood of it)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

“My eyes fluttered open to a dark figure leaning over my helpless body. A shiver jerked its way down my spine. I muttered a few curses quietly, an irking feeling sunken down my skin. Goosebumps and everything. I couldn’t handle another kidnapping, a story for a different time. Hold on, this isn’t a stranger.

“Cole, what are you doing in here?” He made eye contact with my concerned expression, or at least I think he did, “You’re actin’ like a snake in the grass.” A petit heater blared overhead. This newer hideout was one raid closer to falling apart, more likely blowing up if you ask me.

He snickered, the shuddering came back in an instant, “Just makin’ sure you’re okay darlin’... it’s not safe around these parts. ‘Specially at night.” People had begun to disappear in mass amounts. The public had no clue on who was behind the deed, most fingers were pointed at us. Of course people were smart enough to keep to themselves.

“I’m fully aware, Cassidy. I can take care of myself,” His smile fell, “Most of the time. I appreciate it though.” It was rare for him to actually show true compassion for someone, even if it was extremely creepy. Now that I mention it, this whole ordeal was a bit unsettling. Thinking about how long he was standing there didn’t help. Does he find sleeping attractive? It’s all getting to my head, isn’t it?

A sigh escaped his lips, behind his body a blue glow began to emerge from the scrappy curtains Ashe threw together for me. Morning already, figures. The silence was rare, Cole never shut the hell up, ever. It wasn’t a big issue, unless he starts to boast at a hostage. Never ends well.

“You look awfully tired when was the last time you slept Cowboy?” My hands reached for the furry blanket that shielded the prickling frost from ruining my mood.

He took his hat off, for some reason he was still wearing the thing, as if it was a crown, “Dunno. I’d say about two days ago. It’s not that bad...Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

That definitely wasn’t healthy. I had a few options to resort to. Kick him out, offer him the floor, let him sleep with me. Of course I wasn’t thinking straight at this time of day.

“Cass?” He hummed in response, accompanied by an assortment of birds chirping, “You can sleep in here tonight. You deserve some rest.” Being as vague as possible may not be approach, but it was better than nothing.

With this recommendation the entire atmosphere changed. Suddenly it was a wholesome space. Cassidy never directly gave an oral answer, you knew he was complying when the sound of metal spurs dropping to the floor with a small clink. His arm casted over my torso and he lazily swung his mass over the blankets. His palms grasped your shoulders and he shimmed his way into the crook of my neck. Small whiskers of a soon forming beard tickled my cheek and boy was this man freezing cold. Even underneath all of those layers. He was eager to finally be loved and not be solely judged on his flashy persona. He was touch starved for more.

“Thanks sweet pea.” With those words, he was out cold and this was very unexpected. Hey, I’m not complaining in the slightest. I was shaken, his hands roamed more and more. I invited him in, while my fingertips played with his hair. My soft breaths accompanied his snoring.

“Anytime Cole.” I knew he couldn’t hear me. It just helped to calm my already stiff nerves. 

My stomach bubbled with anticipation, this was different. Was I happy? Absolutely. Just something wasn’t right. There was a feeling that someone was still out there. Watching my every move, our every move. Taking it up with Ashe might not be the smartest idea either. There was no way she would fully divide her attention to it. I just want things to be normal. Having to help run this shady business wasn’t fun anymore, definitely far from it.

I just engulfed it, all of it. Having a pleasurable juncture, such as this, was extremely rare for a gang member. Life was moving all too fast. I daydreamed about running away, starting a new life and maybe this is where it starts. Y/N and Cassidy against the world. That’ll do just fine.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ 

[fandom-imagines]

Twins

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Jesse McCree X Reader

Warnings: Abusive ex boyfriend, violence, semi-smut?

Words: 2248

Summary: After seeing Jesse McCree again after 11 years, some secrets are revealed.

It was weird, being back here at Overwatch headquarters many years later with my old colleagues. The HQ was the same, nothing much had really changed besides it being cleaned up a tad bit since the previous time I was here all those years ago. Most of the members hadn’t changed much too, besides me of course but I guess having two kids would do that to a girl. Speaking of those too little rascals, my mind began to wander slightly wondering how the two twins were doing hanging out with Hana, most likely playing video games. I had left Jacob and Jessica with Hana to do whatever they pleased as Hana had decided against going to the reunion party, favouring to stream for her fans.

“Y/F/N, I haven’t heard that name in years.” A thick southern accent sounded from behind me.

Oh shit.

“Jesse.” I said, forcing a smile as I turned to face him.

“Always wondered where you’d headed off to, darling.” He smiled back, his also forced as he placed emphasis on the term darling.

Of course, I expected this reaction. I had completely abandoned him eleven years ago.

Panicked, I paced frantically back and forth across the tiled floor of my bathroom, my bare toes occasionally brushing the blue rug in mine and Mccree’s shared bathroom.

“Shit, shit, shit.” I mumbled, tugging at my hair in an attempt to release some of the panic.

Obviously, it didn’t work.

My eyes looked up from the ground to the sink, spotting the positive pregnancy test placed on top of it which began to stress me out further.

The one time me and Jesse had gotten drunk and had some ‘fun’ this had to happen. The one time.

My brain, clouded with panic, immediately went to the one idea that I probably shouldn’t have done.

Run away.

So, I did.

I headed to the commander’s office, explaining the issue and how I wanted to do what was best for me and my soon to be born baby. He understood, allowing me to leave but not before agreeing to not mention it to anybody, not even my boyfriend. And that was the last I ever saw of Jesse Mccree, until today…

“Well, you know…” I gulped, eyes looking anywhere except his pleading ones. “Duty calls.” I shrugged.

He gave me a fake nod along with a smile.

Despite the eleven years away from him, my feelings hadn’t faded one bit. He was still the handsome cowboy I fell in love with when I was young and probably would always be in love with but, after I did what I did, I didn’t expect him to feel the same.

“How have you been?” He asked politely, making me loosen up a little.

Maybe he isn’t as angry now. It must have been a shock seeing me.

“I’ve been okay.” I smiled slightly, “How have you been Jess?” I asked, the nickname slipping so casually off my tongue, not feeling foreign at all making both our eyes widen.

“I-I’ve been okay too.” He stuttered, pink darting up onto his cheeks.

“Good, good.” I said, looking towards my purse as my phone began to ring.

“Excuse me,” I excused myself, the clicking of my heels sounding behind me as I headed outside of the venue, still feelings his eyes on me.

“Hey, Hana. What’s up?” I answered upon seeing her caller ID.

“Hey! Jessica and Jacob fell asleep, do you want me to bring them to your room when you’re back?” She asked.

“I’m on my way back now, I’ll pick them up don’t worry.”

“Okay! See you soon.” And that was the last thing I heard before she hung up.

A smile on my lips, I headed to Hana’s room to pick up Jessica and Jacob.

~

With the two brown-haired twins fast asleep in their room, I headed to sit in my bed and watch some television.

I was about halfway through some random show when a quiet knock on the door caught my attention. My eyes darted to the clock, reading the numbers 1:14.

Who on earth could be knocking on my door at this time? Better yet, why?

I checked on the twins quickly before opening the door to a drunken Mccree.

“Jesse?” I asked, eyes wide.

“Heya, darling.” He grinned, making my heart warm.

“You’re drunk.” I stated, stepping out into the hallway, closing the door behind me so that we wouldn’t wake Jacob or Jessica up.

“And you’re beautiful, no matter how much you’ve grown.” He slurred, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I’ve missed you, darling.” He hugged me as I felt wetness on my back.

Is he… crying?

“You don’t mean that, Jess… You’re just drunk.” I sighed, prying his hands off of me, much to both our dismay.

“Mummy?” Jessica’s quiet voice whispered behind us as she opened the door, her white bunny in hand.

Once again, both Jesse’s and my eyes widened, McCree suddenly sobering up.

“W-Who’s this?” He asked, eyes still wide.

“This is Jessica.” I said, eyes fixated of Jessica as her hand slipped into my own.

“Who’s this, mummy?” She yawned.

“Nobody, sweetheart. Go back to bed.” She smiled as I patted her hair, just as Jacob walked into the hallway.

“C’mon, Jess. Mum said back to bed.” He smiled, taking Jessica’s hand from mine and pulling her back into the room.

“Are they-” He began, before I cut him off.

“Look, Jess. We’ll talk tomorrow if you still want too. Just, go sober up and get some sleep. I don’t want to have this conversation when you’ve been drinking.” A sigh escaped my lips while he nodded, turning to walk down the hall without a word.

Jesse…

~

The entirety of the following day was spent wondering whether or not Jesse would still want to talk to me today. I had a feeling that he would, but I wasn’t certain. I had completely abandoned him, after all.

Despite not knowing, I asked Hana to look after the two siblings for the night, not knowing when/if he would show and I didn’t want to wake them if they were sleeping.

It was around 9pm when as quiet knock came from my door which I hesitantly answered, seeing a red eyed McCree outside.

“Can I- Can I come in?” He asked, at which I nodded, widening the door to allow him to enter.

We took a seat on the blue couch that was tucked away in a corner, our knees pressed together making my heart race at the contact.

“Look, I’m just going to be blunt here,” he started, making me nervous, “are they mine?”

I looked to the ground, avoiding his gaze as I nodded.

“Is that why you left?” He asked quietly, hand grabbing my cheek as he asked me to look at him.

I gave another nod.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared.” I mumbled, tears welling up in my eyes.

His puppy dog eyes softened at the sight of me crying.

“Don’t cry, darling. C’mere.” Jesse sighed, pulling me into a tight hug as I sobbed into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you.” I cried, gripping him tightly as if it would be the last time I could ever hold him because, in my mind, it could be.

“Me too, sweetpea. Me too.” He said, pulling away to wipe my tears.

“I-I’m sorry.” I blubbered, feeling oddly ridiculous but also nice that I could get this off of my chest which is something I’ve wanted since I left.

To get rid of the guilt.

“Shh, it’s okay.”

~

It took a while for me to calm down, but with his touch and comforting words, I did.

Now we were sat here in silence, both of us not knowing what to say. I was avoiding all eye contact, feeling incredibly weak for crying in front of him.

“Darling,” McCree whispered, placing his hand on my cheek, “look at me.” He smiled, lifting my face to meet his eyes.

We stared at each other for a second, before his lips crashed against mine as he pushed me to lay down on the couch, his arms holding him above my body while he kissed me, a feeling I loved each time.

“Fuck, darling. I love you.” He groaned into the kiss as his lips made their way down to my neck.

“Me too, Jess.” I moaned as he kissed me, occasionally sucking to leave marks.

His hands moved down to my t-shirt making my eyes widen.

“J-Jess, I can’t. I’m sorry.” I stuttered, gently grabbing his hand.

He immediately stopped, sitting up, pulling me with him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, darling.” He smiled; hands placed reassuringly on my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, okay?”

All I could do is nod.

~

“I’ll see you again, right?” He asked as we stood outside my door.

“Of course, Jess.” I smiled, leaning up to kiss him.

“Good.” He grinned, kissing me again before leaving.

As I closed the door behind me, I leant against it with a wide smile which was soon dropped when I read the text on my phone.

Unknown Number: Glad someone is happy.

~

Panic clouded my room as I paced around the bathroom, just like all those years ago.

Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run.

“It’s okay, Y/N. He can’t hurt you anymore. He has no hold on you.”

But that damned message kept running through my head.

Was he watching?

Is he going to hurt the twins?

Or Jess?

Or me?

“Nono, I can do this. I can look after them.” I spoke into the mirror, staring at my reflection before raising my fist and hitting it, the glass shard shattering all over the floor, some in my hand.

~

“Mummy!” Jacobs voice shrieked as he walked into the room to see me unsuccessfully attempting to patch my own hand. “What happened?”

“Just an accident, J. Don’t worry.” I smiled, groaning as I failed again.

“You should go see Angela, Y/N.” Hana said, giving me a sympathetic look as she entered the room with Jessica.

I gave her a quick nod, heading to go see Angela who would definitely lecture me.

~

Once I was all patched up, I headed back to my room.

Hana had agreed to look after the twins again so I could take a moment to collect myself, but they’d be returning soon. The second I opened the door, I was pinned against it?

“Who said you could be happy without me, huh?” A demanding voice yelled, hand hitting the wall beside me making me flinch.

Looking up, I spotted him.

My ex.

Not by choice, but an ex nonetheless.

“I’m not yours anymore, Damien. In fact, I never was.” I spat in his face making him snarl, hands harshly gripping my wrists, pinning them above me.

He put my wrists in one hand, his other hand lifting my shirt to reveal multiple cigarette burns which Damien had inflicted on me for the greater good; the greater good being the protection of my children.

“So, he’s the dad, huh? The cowboy?” He chuckled darkly, placing a hard slap across my cheek which I knew would leave a mark, if it hadn’t already.

“Let go of me.” I demanded, doing my best to make me voice remain monotone to hide the fear and panic I was feeling currently.

“No.”

“I think the pretty lady asked you to let her go, buddy.”

Both our gazes darted towards the door where Jesse stood with our kids.

“What you gonna do if I don’t, cowboy?” Damien smirked which soon disappeared the second Jess pulled out his peacekeeper.

“Well you see,” He said, spinning it around his finger. “I do happen to know how to use this. Not only that, but I’m pretty sure I’d get away with it because it is technically protecting my girl.”

While Damien was distracted, I took the chance to knee him where it hurts, making him groan and kneel down giving me time to punch him across the face.

“Never and I mean never touch me again.” I spat, stepping over his body which was now curled up on the floor as I headed towards my family.

“You okay, darling?” Jesse asked, stroking my hair while Jessica and Jacob hugged me tightly.

“I’m fine, Jess. Thank you for coming.” I smiled, blushing slightly.

“Anytime, sweetpea.” He winked, walking over to Damien to give him a harsh kick to the face making Jacob and Jessica giggle as they did the same.

“C’mon, lets leave this loser.” Jess smiled at me, taking the hands of the twins but not before giving me a peck on the cheek.

~

In the end, both Jessica and Jacob were told about Jesse and I; not to the full extent but to the point they knew enough and they loved him. I think it may have partly been for the fact that he had potentially saved my life, but it could also be how lovely he is to them and me.

~

“Hey, darling.” Jess’s voice called from the other room.

I quickly walked there. Jacob and Jessica were with Hana and Lucio so it was just the two of us together in our room.

“I never did get the chance to ask you this before everything happened but…”

I watched him get down on one knee.

“Will you marry me?”

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Must Have Been the Wind

Fandom: Overwatch Inspiration: Alec Benjamin - Must Have Been The Wind

The team of three was forced into hiding; for the time being. With not only Talon but the local police on their trail. They couldn’t risk one of the few hideouts for the reformed Overwatch. In the meantime, the trio needed a place to lay low. Jesse seemed to already have a back-up plan; as he and the Shimada brothers entered a ratty apartment on the east side of town. It was far enough away from the case they had been apart of only hours ago. Police presence in the neighborhood was slim to none. Hanzo wrinkled his nose as he rested his bow and quiver against the couch. 

“It might be shitty,” he turned to look at the brothers. “But it’s better than sleeping on the streets.” Genji hummed in agreement with the cowboy.

“Please tell me there are at least two beds,” Hanzo asked walking towards the windows to keep an eye if anyone had followed them.

“There is,” Jesse confirmed; as he quickly flopped onto the couch.

“Then it already loads better than the Blackwatch safehouses,” Genji reminisced causing Jesse to let out a loud annoying groan.

“Please don’t remember me. My back still hurts thinking about it.” He complained causing Genji to chuckle.

“Nah I just think you’re getting old,” Genji said as he scouted out the kitchen.

“Well, we all can’t be blessed with cybernetics.” The cowboy threw back to the ninja.

“I am blessed.” His reply only causing Jesse to groan again and Hanzo to give a chuckle. “Jesse, it might also be best to get some food.” Genji reminds the cowboy who slowly stood up.

“How about I just get up a few pizzas for the night?” Jesse asked as he went into one of the side rooms “It’s a little late for some real shopping.” He called out.

“Sounds best,” Hanzo said still watching the darkening streets. 

“Ya,” Genji called out as he left the kitchen. “Also something to drink. I don’t trust the water in this place.”

“Got it!”

It had to be only fifteen minutes since Jesse left to get food for them. The brothers sat in silence; one watching the poorly lit street as the other meditated. The quiet was easily interrupted by a booming voice and glass shatter in the apartment above them. A quiet more feminine was voice trying to calm down the louder voice. However, it didn’t seem to work as another glass met the wall causing the other person to let out a cry. Genji stood make his way towards the door.

“Genji,” his brother called to him making the cyborg stop. “We must lay low.” Yes, he knew that. Yet he also knew he couldn’t sit back and act like he heard nothing. Not saying anything also Genji exited the apartment and headed towards the stairs that lead to the floor above theirs.

You couldn’t tell what had set your father off; at this point, you felt like you were living with the human version of nitroglycerin. Anything from the way you walked to if you dare cough was a sure-fire way to get yelled at. Brushing the glass shards into the dustpan you made a note to get more plastic cups. Hopefully, that would save money in the long run since you didn’t have a lot to throw around. Dumping the dustpan into the trash you heard a knock on your door. 

“I’ll get it,” you quickly said. You grabbed a nearby jacket. You threw it on as an easy way to hide the scars and bruises you had on your arms and chest. Even if your old man was a piece of shit; he earned money allowing you to eat and have a roof over your head. Zipping the jacket up you felt the heat hit you almost immediately; you need to keep the conversation short.

Opening the door you were thrown back by who was standing there. They looked to be omnic but their face was human. 

“I’m sorry to bother you,” They began taking a look at what you were wearing. “But I think I heard glass breaking and crying. Are you ok?” The stranger seemed truly worried about you; something you didn’t think would happen in this part of town. You wanted to cry out saying that you were not fine. That you wanted help getting out of this apartment. Still, everything else in you pushed that away. You didn’t know this person, and you needed your father or well his money. 

“I’m sorry,” you start shaking your head. “But I think your ears are playing tricks on you.”  The person in front of you opened their mouth to begin speaking. However, the booming voice of your father cut them off.

“Who are you talking too?” The yell caused you to flinch before you called back.

“Just a neighbor,” you couldn’t hear it but know your father; he was most likely grumbling now. After you close the door there was a high chance of getting your head chewed off for taking so long talking the person at the door. You need to wrap this up quickly.

“Thanks for caring, sir. That’s nice of you but I have to go back in.” You threw your thumb back towards the apartment as you put on a fake smile. “ Wish I could tell you about the noise but I didn’t hear a thing.” You shrugged simply dismissing the nightmare for earlier. “It must have been the wind.” With that, you closed the door and quickly took off the jacket that was causing you to overheat. 

Genji didn’t need sleep; not like Jesse and Hanzo did. If even if he did; he wasn’t sure that he could sleep after the encounter with you. It was very clear that something was going on in your apartment. Genji didn’t want to be yet another person to turn a blind eye to so one in need. Yet he also couldn’t force you to get help either. You just needed to know that someone was here and willing to help. Hearing movement upstairs he figured he might just take a chance. Exiting the apartment he headed up the floor above once more. 

Knocking on the door he was greeted once again with you wearing a jacket. You also seemed to have been listening to music was you had one headphone in and a phone in your hand. You looked puzzled as at just what he was doing here this late at night. Genji scratched the back of his head giving you a boyish smiled as he spoke.

“So I’m currently staying in the apartment below you.” You went to spoke only to stop yourself and allow him to finish. “If you need anything.” You smiled at the cyborg, he seemed to be sincere. He wasn’t pushing you to tell him everything yet also telling you that he was willing to listening. 

“Thank you,” you said in a lighter more uplifting tone. “I will keep that in mind.”

It was the third day in the apartment; the lack fo anything to do seemed to easily get to Jesse. The cowboy along with Hanzo had left late in the afternoon. This left Genji in a quiet apartment; he was perfectly fine with that. It would allow him to meditate without distractions, that was until a knock came on the door. Carefully the ninja walked over towards the door. The police might have found where they were hiding out. Looking through the peephole he saw no police; just the girl from the apartment above. Opening the door he quickly saw the scars and bruises on your arms. You look unsure if you should even have come. Yet with your father late blow up you needed to get away; even if it was to a stranger apartment.

“Is that offer still open?” You questioned, worry filling you that he would say no and turn you away. Instead, he moved aside allowing you to enter the apartment.

“I hope,” entering the apartment you saw the walls were still the light beige, no pictures hang on the wall, the apartment seemed to have no personality given to it. “I’m not bothering you.” Genji had shut the door and moved passed you smiling towards you.

“Not at all,” he said before gesturing to the couch as he sat down. “My roommates are currently out of a date night. Even though they are no dating yet.” You smiled as you sat down beside him. It made more sense why the living was void of personality; the roommates couldn’t agree on what it should look like.

The conversation was awkward at first; it had been so long since you talk with someone without getting yelled at. However, as time moved so to did the conversation. Genji would talk about his childhood in Japan; leaving out the whole yakuza parts. You would do the same by sharing some of your favorite memories as a child. As you both talked Genji watched as your smile grew from forced to genuine. Your laughs seemed to fill the apartment; as you held your stomach from the pain. It was clear from this interaction that you needed a friend. Genji was happy to be that for you, yet he knew his time would be short. He hoped that in the time he was here; he might be able to get you the help you needed.

The duo had just started up a card game at Genji's suggestion as Hanzo and Jesse entered the apartment. They seemed to be having a pleasant chat; upon entering the chatter stopped when they saw a stranger in the apartment. Hanzo was about to scold the younger male; Jesse, however, was quick to stop him. The cowboy had noticed the scars and bruises on your arms; so this was the person Genji had talked about only yesterday. Jesse wasn’t about to kick someone that needed help out, so he put on a smile.

“Ma’am do you like Thai food?” Jesse questioned as you replied with you had never tried it. As Hanzo closed the door you had rushed off to help Jesse with the food. If you were going to stay and eat might as well help. Genji looked towards his brother waiting for the scolding. Hanzo turned from the door looking at the young Shimada.

“We are no staying here for long. Don’t get attached.” The elder Shimada spoke before heading towards the kitchen with the bag of drinks.

Hanzo’s word echoed in his head one night as you and he sat on the roof of the apartment building. Not getting attached to you was only getting harder. Tonight he was so close to going back to his Blackwatch days. Simply taking action without a single thought of what happens after. You had come to the apartment later than normal. Your left arm wrapped in a shirt; blood showing through the cloth. Jesse was quick to act as he pulled you into the single bathroom. Genji rushing behind the two, he watched from the doorway as Jesse pulled the shirt off the wound. A long cut; clearly a slash wound ran up your arm.

“I,” you looked away from Jesse towards Genji. “I didn’t know where else to go.” His heart broke; you had not only put trust in him but his fellow teammates.

“This is deep. It’s going to need stitches.” Jesse said looking towards Genji. Both knew there was no way they would get you to go to the hospital. Genji left to get the whiskey Jesse brought a few days prior. It was clear where their priorities were; whiskey but no aspirin. Still, it was the only painkiller they had in the apartment. Bring it back Genji shuffled his way into the bathroom to stay beside you as Jesse stitched you up. Along with the whiskey, Genji made you focus on him and talk. 

Once Jesse finished everything he needed to do; Genji suggests that maybe you both should get some air. Which is how the pair ended up on the roof. You looked over the city, the noise almost drowning out your thoughts; almost.

“I wish this would end.” You said out loud forget that Genji was even sitting beside you for a second.

“You could leave. Try and-” You quickly cut him off.

“I have no skills. No money, no one that cares. I would just end up homeless if I left.”

“I care,” Genji said softly as he rested a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re not going to stay!” You yelled as you stood you. “As soon as the heat dies off you, Jesse, and Hanzo will return to your base!” Genji was in shock; just how did you figure that out? He stood up about to ask but you once again spoke.

“I heard Jesse talking. After that, I did some digging online. I found articles about how Overwatch was making a come back.” Tears began forming in your eyes as you stared at the cyborg. “Why did you come into my life if you were only going to leave!?” You yelled at him as the tears fell. Genji moved without thinking; pulling you into a hug you tensed. Genji held you there as he began to explain himself. He told you how at first he just wanted to help. How he hoped that if you could open up to him. Maybe just maybe he could talk you into getting the help you needed. Once he stopped you pulled him away. He couldn’t read the expression on your face. Without saying a word to him, you turned and hurried to the exit from the rooftop. Genji watched as you left unsure where this had left the two of you.

The day had come for the trio to leave the apartment. Genji and you hadn’t really spoken since the interaction on the roof about a week ago. They would still hear yelling and object being thrown above them. Genji at least wanted to say bye to you before he left; maybe even exchange numbers that way you could contact him. As he got up the first set of stairs towards the next floor; he stopped. There you stood in front of him, a backpack was thrown over your shoulder. You were just as surprised as him as he was you. You opened your mouth to spoke but quickly closed it. You didn’t know want say; you wanted to apologize. You had blown up at him then refused to speak with him. Genji noticed your hesitation so he started up the conversation.

“Where are you off too?” He gestured to your backpack. You glanced towards it then towards him.

“I’m taking your advice. I’m leaving.” Genji nodded, happy that you were taking steps to separate from your father.

“Any idea where you will go?” You replied to his question with a sigh and shrug. He went to speak but heard Jesse calling his name in the hall. That’s when it clicked for him.

“Whydon’tyoucomewithus?” He rushed over his own words startling you a bit.

“W….what?”

“Why don’t you come with us?” He asked at a slower pace; allowing you to understand.

“I don’t have skill Overwatch needs.” You countered.

“But you could learn. Some people are more than willing to teach.”

“I..” it was better to have a place to stay as you figured out what you were going to do with your life. “I guess I could give it a shot. It’s better than my plan.” Genji smiled at you as he gently took your hand in his.

“You won’t be alone. You will have not only me but others supporting you.”

“This is sounding better already.” You chuckled as you followed the ninja down the stairs and towards his waiting teammates.

[owowatchimagines]

Little shy to send this one in, so thank you for reading it! I have a heavy topic to send in, so I understand if you can't/won't complete it! How would McCree do with someone who has a toxic family?

Thank you so much for being my first request! If this isn’t what you had in mind feel free to send in a new ask :)

- McCree would be very protective, nobody treats his baby badly

- If you ever contacted him upset because your family did something bad, he’d come pick you up, no questions asked

- Of course he’d want you to talk to him if it’ll help, but he understands if you don’t want to

- If you decide you want out of their house he’ll be over immediately to help you pack up and be a barrier between you and your family

- “Hol’ up there. Don’t you say a word to ‘er.”

- He’d definitely flash his Peacemaker if he felt he had to

- He’d do his best to help you heal, taking you to therapy and holding you if you cry, giving you sweet little kisses and rubbing your back

- If you decide you want your family back in your life he’ll run interference to make sure they treat you well

- If you want to disappear, he’ll move you to his little ranch in the southwest

- Basically he’s your big bear husband who won’t let nobody give you shit

[dw-writes]

Bad Moon Rising - 20

Hi guys!! I’m sorry that this took SO LONG for me to post again, I’ve just been....scatter brained, But midnight writing makes me wanna look at everything, so here we are. :D I hope that you guys enjoy it! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!! And if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

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You stared at Moira, clutching your things tighter. “You’re the bruja?” you asked.

She shrugged. “I didn’t pick to be called it.”

“Uh-huh…” You backed up against the wall and stared at her. “Why did you kidnap me?” you finally asked.

She tilted her head, a frown tugging down her lips. “Do you not listen? I said there was something that needed to be discussed.”

“Yeah, you did say that, but you don’t kidnap people to just talk.”

“You would be surprised at what I do and don’t do, but that’s not really the issue at hand.” She pulled a chair out from a table next to her, a simple set up with soft wood and worn patches. She motioned to it, and took the seat across from it for herself. “It’s about those wolves—”

“They’re not evil, I don’t understand—”

She dropped her hand so heavily on the table that it made you jump. “If you would stop talking, I would tell you what I need to.” She pointed at you, then at the chair. “Sit.” You fell into the chair and set your book and phone in front of you. “That wolf head,” she tilted her head as she spoke, “I will admit, that wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve done.” You made to make a comment, but stopped as she leveled you with a look. “That wolf was infected. And the rest of them will be, too, if you don’t get them to me.”

You frowned. “Infected with what?” you asked softly.

She took a deep breath and leaned back in her seat. “Consider it a more powerful rabies,” she said after a long moment. She drummed her long nails on the table. “It infects creatures like werewolves, vampires, mountain men, etcetera, more prominently. And makes them dangerous.”

You nodded slowly. “And what does that have to do with me?” you asked.

Moira rolled her eyes. “There’s an infected wolf in your town, and the rest of them will get sick,” she said slowly, pointedly, tapping her nails with every syllable. “I need to meet with them.”

You leaned into the table. “Then take me home, and you can,” you replied just as slowly, sharply, and annoyed.

The room brightened, and shifted, as though the whole place was being pushed through a bubble, and no longer was in a worn wooden table, but the glass topped one in your kitchen. The lights had turned back on, and Jesse paced in the living room. He, and the other occupants, turned their attentions to you as the magic disappeared.

You stood as Jesse stalked over. “I’m fine,” you stated, walking around the table between him and the bruja. “It’s fine.”

“That’s the—”

“Yes, and it’s a longer story apparently.”

“Not so long,” Moira cut in as she leaned around you, “You’re all at risk of rabies, and potentially killing everyone in this town.”

Jesse’s eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth slowly, hesitantly turning his attentions back to you, and tilted his head. You shrugged. “Guess it wasn’t that long,” you muttered.

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Week 7 Recs: Fever Dreams

Week 7's theme was "Fever Dreams," all about the crackfics and other wild and wacky rides. Some of these are sheer goofy fun, and others take a chance with some crack treated seriously. This includes not one but FOUR different animal transformation fics, by the way. Here are the recs gathered from the Yeehan community, organized by rating then alphabetically by title!

General Audiences

A Better Fate Than Roadkill by robocryptid [10,982 words] Reccer comment: "the summary says it all LOL"

When shelter worker Hanzo takes in a rescued armadillo, he doesn't expect it to be quite so much trouble. Or for it to take such a shine to him. Or for it to maybe, possibly, be more than an ordinary armadillo.

Teen and Up

See Through The Dragon's Eyes by thecatsred [20,131 words] Reccer comment: "i’m always a sucker for Hanzo getting turned into different creatures - though this one of him being turned into a noodle dragon is actually kinda cute"

There is little to be done once Hanzo's dragons have their minds set on solving his problems (with some nudging from certain interested parties).

Mature

Pink by mataglap [3,998 words] Reccer comment: "Because who can resist Cole in a fluffy pink tiara and Hanzo with a pretty pink hair bow 😂"

The fact that they are on the same side, on the same team and fighting for more or less the same cause doesn't change the fact that Hanzo Shimada and Cole Cassidy compete about everything.

Put It In (A Hallmark Card) by robocryptid [WIP; 4,412 words] Reccer comment: "Cupid has a personal issue with Hanzo and deals with it the way trickster deities usually do."

After pissing off Cupid, Hanzo is cursed to do the god's bidding by playing matchmaker. His latest assignment is the most challenging yet: finding the perfect match for one Cole Cassidy.

Trust and Love in a Broken Heart by Author_of_Kheios [22,191 words] Reccer comment: "not exactly a crack fic, but I'd like to recommend "Trust and Love in a Broken Heart" by my buddy Author_of_Kheios. Hanzo accidentally gets possessed by the god of Love, but this Cupid is far kinder, more thoughtful, and more profound, than he is usually given credit for, and Hanzo and the Cowboy both get swept along for an adventure. The ending is perfectly self-contained, but also leaves the door open for further adventures"

Hanzo didn't mean to become a vessel for a god of love, but it might just be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Explicit

Anatomically Correct by Sougishiki [245 words] Reccer comment: "speaking of fever dreams, I thought I’d only imagined this fic, but no. it’s real & it’s delightfully cursed."

First of all, I am so sorry. Second of all, that thing dogs do when they tie where they go butt to butt to keep watch.

Don't think about it by urgaylol [129,830 words] Reccer comment: "Anything urgaylol has ever written, honestly. But the one in which Hanzo becomes a hardcore utilitarian dictator takes the cake."

Hanzo asks McCree for casual sex and misadventures ensue.

Pastel Darklord by Dracoduceus [60,085 words] Reccer comment: "let’s include a trifecta of YeeHan animal transformation fics with “Pastel Darklord” by dracoduceus"

Hanzo has been turned into a swan and he is not thrilled at all.

On the plus side, his handler is a very attractive man.

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Jesse is not thrilled to be taking care of a swan, much less one as aggressive as the one he was sent to rescue from a local park for attacking someone, but he doesn't have it in him to turn down an animal in need.

He's also been dreaming a lot lately. Dreaming of a very attractive man that always seemed to be waiting for him at the shores of the lake...

The Rest is Gravy by robocryptid [1,430 words] Reccer comment: "I have to request this one bc I still laugh at how ridiculous it is-- Cass is way too horny for his own good--"

As an international organization, the new Overwatch tries to celebrate the holidays of every one of its members' cultures. This time, it's American Thanksgiving. Cole Cassidy cannot handle it.

Rooster in the House of the Rising Sun by coinin [18,300 words] Reccer 1 comment: "I mean, I'm never not gonna rec this absolute masterpiece of crack treated seriously"

Reccer 2 comment: "This is unironically one of my favorite fics 😭"

Reccer 3 comment: "Absolutely the best Yeehan crackfic of all time, hands down, no question."

Reccer 4 comment: "Still among my favorite Hanzo or Yeehan fics ever."

Hanzo makes a deal for his life, and spends some time as a rooster. It's better than dying, right?

That's all the Week 7 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a fic rec. Stay tuned for the Week 8 theme: "Middle of the Road," i.e. those fics that are long but not too long (10k to 25k words).

In the meantime, you can also check out the Week 6 recs here or check the list of past and future themes here!