#Jesse Mcree

[dittwipp]

casidy…….cole cassidy…..casidy……………🤤

[5nightsatteddys]

🤠🐉

[sturid]

A small list of fictional men that should be girl dads

John Wick

Billy Butcher

Eddie Brock

Matt Murdock

That one baker guy from Kiki’s Delivery Service

Bi-Han

Cole Cassidy/Jesse Mcree

Obi-Wan Kenobi

both Aziraphel and Crowley

Newt Scamander

Izzy Hands

Peter Quill (Star-Lord)

literally any lotr character

feel free to add

[eelzie]

overwatch nendoroids ♡

♡ requests are open here

[daisukes-diary]

“Good looks aren’t enough” (kill line)

“Well I know I got em’, but I never took you for the jokin type Han.”

Bonus

[castrian-cosplays]

I heard YeeHan is the ship name?

Anyways here’s some of the chaos with my partner in crime @dragonssociety

[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 💜

[feral-butler-fetish]

All I ask of Blizzard is more interactions between Hanzo and Cassidy. Idc if it’s during setup, when eliminating either one, reacting to elimination or ultimate just give me more yeehan crumbs

[allykas]

Literally a "cowboy" heh

[dramaticngay]

PRIDE ICONS

like or reblog if using

( pest was requested by a friend <3 )

[stag-nite]

[lucystarclub]

Moira has certainly burned down Cassidy’s mustache a couple of times now… (he thinks that means she likes him a little bit better than Reaper)

I love Moira so baddly my main baby gurl big mantis mama goddess 🥱💗🗣️🗣️🗣️ (they did her dirty with the magma skin man ughh)

[5nightsatteddys]

Cookie run and Overwatch art <3

[xypherz]

Six Rooms

Details: Cole Cassidy x Reader, GN!Reader, fluff, 1.2k words

Warnings: A single curse word, mention of anxiety and reader insecurity, not proofread.

Being a recalled Overwatch hero isn’t easy. Omnic crises and vigilantes are enough to burn anyone out. Though you’re trained to handle situations like these, you need an escape. Some respite to ease your constant stress. 

This is not what you had in mind. 

You planned for a night in. A night all to yourself with no distractions. Sure, there are the other heroes around, but no mission, no omnics, no expectations, is all you wanted.

You planned to have your own room. Your own bed.

You did not account for someone being shoved into what you thought was your escape.

In the bathroom when it happened, you were just setting up essentials like your toothbrush and soaps, when you heard the door to your room being opened, followed by a deep grunt, and a small British voice.

“6 rooms, 7 of us, sorry!!”

The door slammed shut before you could even process what little information you were given. 

Contemplating if you wanted to sleep in the bathtub to preserve your mental solitude, you decided to check who invaded your space, voluntarily or otherwise. The hinges of the bathroom door made an uncomfortable squealing noise as you opened it to the rest of the room.

This is a sick joke.

Not only were you met with the man who had tripped your hopeless romantic heart down the stairs, but he was dressed down.

Cole Cassidy in a t-shirt and jeans? This was simultaneously the best and worst day of your life.

“Hey there, sorry to intrude, I wasn’t given much of a choice in the matter. You’d think I have some advantage on Tracer, but damn, she is stronger than she looks.”

You nodded, voice getting caught in your throat. You’d talked to Cassidy plenty of times, hell, you consider him a friend, but this is too different. You’d never really spoken with him outside of work in private. It’s always on a mission or with others.

“I can sleep in Reinhardt’s room if you’re not comfortable,” he said, voice seeming gentle when not muffled by commands and gunshots.

“No,” you replied, a bit too fast for your liking, “I’m okay with you staying in here, I just wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“Sorry for that, I wasn’t told about the room situation until a few minutes ago. I offered to stay in Reinhardt’s room in the first place, but Tracer insisted.”

“Not your fault, don’t worry about it,” you said sheepishly, eyes trailing to the elephant in the room. Cassidy’s eyes follow yours to the bed. Singular. 

“I’ll sleep on the floor, don’t worry your pretty head over it,” he said, offering a small smile while making his way to the open spot in front of the bed with his bag.

“No, I can’t let you do that, there’s no way that’ll be comfortable.”

“I’d rather the discomfort over yours.”

“I’ll be fine, really,” you said. Though you were aware of Cassidy’s chivalry, you didn’t want him to be in physical pain for your sake.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor.”

“Well…” you trailed off, knowing the two of you were too stubborn to let the other be uncomfortable, “We can just share.”

His expression morphed into that of surprise, “I wouldn’t want to intrude more-”

“Cassidy,” you cut him off mid-sentence, “It’s okay, really.”

He resisted the urge to ask for reassurance again, “Okay, then. But if you need me to leave at any point, you can push me onto the floor,” he joked, lightening the awkward tension.

“You got it,” you smiled and walked to your bag, grabbing a set of pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Suddenly the weight of what you had proposed settled in when you looked in the mirror. You were going to sleep in the same bed with someone. Cole Cassidy, no less. The man you’ve been silently, or maybe not so silently to the other heroes, pining over for however long you’ve known him.

Maybe you did want to sleep in the bathtub.

You finished changing, brushing your teeth, and silently calming your anxieties and left the bathroom to see Cassidy was already changed. Any thought of how good he looked in jeans was replaced by how good he looked in boxers. He passed you as he walked to the bathroom while you approached the queen bed in the center of the room. Sitting under the covers, you decided to distract yourself until you were tired enough to sleep.

It was hard to distract yourself when Cassidy joined you in the surprisingly small bed. Maybe it was just the difference between it and his stature that made it seem small. Maybe it was your anxiety closing in on you.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Your thoughts were interrupted by Cassidy’s concerned question. 

“You’d be pushed on the floor by now if I weren’t,” you joked, though truthfully, it wasn’t far off. Had it been anyone else, you’d have been completely okay with them sleeping on the floor while you enjoyed your personal space. But it wasn’t anyone else.

He smiled a bit at your statement, though it seemed unsure. He leaned over to the bedside table and turned off the lamp.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You were still sitting up in the bed, staring into nothing as he laid down, his back turned to you.

“Hey, Cassidy?” Your voice came out before you could stop it.

He turned a bit to look at you, “Yeah? You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” you trailed off, “Sorry, I’m just thinking too much.”

“What’s on your mind?” He sat up fully, staring into the darkness with you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” Though you couldn’t see it, you felt his eyes turn to you. The anxieties you’d been staving off seemed to catch up to you. “I mean, I guess you’re nice to everyone, but… I don’t think I deserve it.” 

“I think if anyone deserves it, it’s you.”

You turned your head toward him, knowing his eyes were on you as well, but the space was too dark to see.

“Why?” The question held a lot of weight. Why had he asked you so many times if this situation was okay? Why had he refused to let you be uncomfortable? Why was he willing to sacrifice his own comfortability just for yours? Why did he always stay by your side during missions? Why did he help you through broken limbs and bullet holes? He didn’t need to do any of it.

So why?

He didn’t respond for what felt like too long.

“You think too much,” he said softly, lightly grabbing your jaw and pulling you closer to him. 

He waited. He waited for you to pull back. He waited for any signal that what he was doing wasn’t okay. Instead, you leaned forward, placing your hand at the back of his neck before pressing your lips against his. The kiss was sweet. It was slow with no expectations.

You pulled back a bit, the darkness making it easier to find your voice, “I definitely think too much.”

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Your bag seemed way too heavy so early in the morning. 

You walked out the door ahead of Cassidy, turning the corner to head to the lobby. Reinhardt and Tracer were in front of you, halfway there already. A door opening made you turn your head, Mercy and Genji walking out of a room. 

“Didn’t we have 6 rooms?” you thought, when the realization dawned on you, “Well played, Tracer.”

[cassidysboots]

Cassidy: how do i make a date really romantic? Genji: be mysterious. Cassidy: okay. [later, while on a date with y/n] y/n: so where are we going? cassidy: none of your fucking business.

[dittwipp]

LOVE HOW U DRAW CASS AND GENJI !!!! mayhaps u could draw them together ? they are my little blorbos and i care for them deeply

yaes……