#McCree is a good man

[froggibus]

Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)

“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)

Genre: fluff/kinda crack?

CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)

been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!

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Cassidy:

“what kinda question is that??”

looks at you in flabbergastation 

you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 

“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”

a jar????

now you’re the flabbergasted one 

jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 

what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??

somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm

somehow finds one?? 

keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm

even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”

weirdly wholesome experience would try again

Reaper

“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”

he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 

would he love you as a worm? 

“what kind of worm”

what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 

obviously the pink wriggly kind 

he has to ponder this 

sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm

“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”

????

“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”

more pondering 

“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”

better than any response you could have expected but would not try again

Genji

“would we still have sex”

please hit this man

he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 

“why would you be a worm tho”

just answer the question, Genji

green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 

will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??

“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”

“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>

“that too”

at least he’s honest?

exactly as you expected, would not try again

Zenyatta

“a worm? like the insect?”

“yes? what other worms are there”

considers this

“is everything okay?”

poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 

please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm

goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take

honestly so wholesome + cute 

“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”

good enough would try again

Ramattra 

“No”

way to sugarcoat it, babe

it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap

“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”

you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm

talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 

says he would “put you out of your misery”????

“you would KILL ME?!”

“as an act of honour”

babe….

0/10 would not try again

Hanzo

“why”

idk bro just answer the question 

lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose

“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 

only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm

probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 

“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”

has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 

lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 

“…yes”

cute in the end but would not try again 

Lucio:

“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”

that’s not the question 

somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 

he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 

“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”

“ok and??”

says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil

“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”

makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 

honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again

Baptiste:

“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”

honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 

“but what if I want to be a worm”

“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”

fair enough

insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 

makes a lot of jokes at your expense too

finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 

“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”

“love is a strong word”

good enough, would not try again

[mythicmin]

Overwatch NSFW Alphabet(s)

MDNI!! If you are under the age of 18, please DNI. Character requests are OPEN. Just slide into my ask box and specify which character you’d like to see :)

𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆 / 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒚

A = Aftercare ;

McCree is a firm believer in aftercare. Chances are you aren’t getting up to do ANYTHING for at least an hour. (unless he has somewhere he needs to rush to.) Need to pee? He’s gonna carry you. Thirsty? Hungry? Give him a second, he’ll be right back with your favorite drink/snack.

B = Body part ;

You can’t look me dead in my eyes and tell me he isn’t an ass man. He’s practically obsessed with it. Doesn’t matter where you’re at or who you’re with, chances are he’s got his hand on your ass or in your back pocket.

C = Cum ;

Bro is definitely a slut for facials if he can’t cum inside of you. There’s just something possessive about it, like he’s marking you as his.

D = Dirty secret ;

Secretly wants to get topped, cmon he’s a cocky little shit. Put him in his place and make him beg for you. ❤︎︎

E = Experience ;

I am a firm believer in thinking he’s got some kind of old fashioned way of thinking. He knows what he likes, but doesn’t have much experience with it. I know we all love fuckboy McCree, but him being a virgin makes me giggle.

F = Favorite position ;

Doggie. Need I say more?

G = Goofy ;

Bro is a whole clown in bed and you can’t change my mind. He knows how to act serious when need be, but he always wants to see you smile. Even if he’s balls deep in you.

H = Hair ;

I think he manscapes a bit, he’s never bare though. There’s always some sort of hair framing his cock, clean shaven just isn’t his style.

I = Intimacy ;

Lil western baby treats you like the princess/prince you are. Sure he loves fucking your brains out, but making love to you is another favorite past time.

J = Jack off / Masterbate ;

I don’t really know to be honest, I feel like he’d think he’s too busy to get himself off. But maybe it’s just hidden cockiness that only you can get him off.

K = Kink ;

Anal. I know this man eats ass as well. I just know it. Bro also definitely has a daddy kink. (or maybe that’s bc i’m projecting bc he’s so fine.)

L = Location ;

Anywhere.

M = Motivation ;

He really gets going when you slowly touch his arms/chest while making eye contact.

N = No ;

Sadly, threesomes. I think he’s just too possessive.

O = Oral ;

He loves both giving and receiving, but he enjoys making you fall apart with his mouth. Playing with that cigar should’ve warned you he was gonna be a beast with his tongue.

P = Pace ;

Whichever you want. He can deliver both fast or slow.

Q = Quickie ;

Loves them. Especially if y’all are out and about doing something.

R = Risk ;

He literally doesn’t care if y’all get caught with him balls deep in you.

S = Stamina ;

I feel like he cums fairly fast, but can go for a few rounds.

T = Toys ;

He’s iffy on them. He wants to be the one to make you feel good, but watching you thrash against the vibrator he’s holding gets him feeling some typa way.

U = Unfair ;

He’s so mean sometimes, bro is a WHOLE ASS tease and he knows it.

V = Volume ;

I don’t feel like he’s overly loud in the moaning or groaning criteria, but he’s definitely a smooth talker blowing your back in.

W = Wild card ;

Pull his hair while he’s giving you head and bro is putty in your hands.

X = X-ray ;

6” soft , a lil over 7” hard. (circumcised)

Y = Yearning ;

I SWEAR THIS MAN CAN TURN HIS SEX DRIVE OFF AND ON DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH OF A COCKY BASTARD HE WANTS TO BE.

Z = Zzz ;

Always waits until you’re asleep first.

god i love this man.

hope you enjoyed!! lmk who y’all wanna see next ! ❤︎︎

[yandereaffections]

Overwatch Masterlist

Jesse Mccree

Naga Jesse

Scary Movies + Male S/o

Werewolf Jesse

S/o always making him Food for when he returns 

Soft life HC

“Miss Honeys Escape Attempt” BEFORE

Male Dinner worker Teasing Mccree

Curvy S/o trying to lose weigh

“Miss Honey Escape Attempt” AFTER

S/o avoiding Jesse cause he shares the same name as their brother

Stalking a ex-MMA fighter

Animal Tamer S/o threatening Mccree with a Tiger

Attempting to poison Mccree

Stripper S/o

Harpy S/o broke her wing

Cuddly S/o

Tsundere Smol Chubby S/o

S/os got a fat ass

S/o with separation anxiety

Flustered Touch starved S/o

Gender neutral S/o not feeling good about their appearance  

S/o refusing to wear glasses cause they dont want to look at their captor

Sensitive s/o who crys alot

Dealing with S/os stalker

S/o trying to kill themselves with jesses gun when he threatens them

S/o whos good at the Knife game

Happy drunk S/o

Soft headcannons

Threatening jesse with his own gun

Cheering jesse up after a stressful day

Painting his weapon

S/o whos prone to accidents 

S/o screams “dad dont hurt me” when jesse attempts to kidnap them

Overwatch S/o who works with seduction and espionage 

claustrophobic s/o

Asking Jesse out on a date

Mermaid S/o

Confident s/o who gets flustered when they compliment them

Autistic S/o who stimms alot

Genji flirting with Mccrees S/o

Torture

Hanzo Shimada

Finding out S/os Pregnant

Witnessing Genjis Murder

Healer S/o

Punk/Goth S/o

S/o getting a nosebleed from watching Hanzo workout

Too Pure for this world S/o

S/o who can Heal with a kiss

Naga Hanzo

S/o whos Protective of Naga Hanzo

Naga S/o

Someone else taking advantage and leaving S/o to die

Creep trying to look underneath S/os Skirt

‘Stupid’ S/p

Vampire Hanzo with a S/o who faints when bloods taken

S/o with Chaotic Energy

Vampire Hanzo w/ Vampire Hunter S/o

People pleaser S/o ends up hurting themselves

Expressing affection in other ways besides cuddling

Dragon S/o

Finding Drunk S/o in a casino

S/o wearing a Choker with his name on it

Yandere S/o coming up to his door covered in blood

S/o whos fine with Yandere Tendencies 

S/o uncomfortable around her family

S/o begging for Mcdonalds

Dragons HC

Attractive yet Oblivious S/o

Sneaky S/o Surprise hugging him

Comforting S/o after failing a test

S/o terrified from something theyve seen

Sneaky S/o Surprising him, ends up moaning

Stopping from S/os rival sabatoging their Ice Skating Preformance

S/os scared of bugs

S/o caring everyone but themselves 

Expert insulting s/o

S/o threatening to kill the man who stole their dog

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

touch starved hesitant S/o

Naga S/o saying “snakes dont have a gag reflex”

Captive S/o refusing to take medicine for their migraine 

Insomniac S/o having to cuddle hanzo to fall alseep

Goblin S/o

Comforting Hanzo after a bad day

S/o dressing as the opposite gender to trick people

Smol S/o who wants to be crushed by hanzo

S/o getting ready to fight cause they heard genji on the roof

Dragons biting hanzo when he tries to touch S/o

S/o whos pregnant with triplets 

Bodybuilder s/o

After sex cuddles 

S/o who already has a kid

S/o whos hazy with little to no sleep

Homeless S/o who making their living off of street performances 

Genji Shimada

Scared S/o will get hurt during a mission

Pissed off S/o

Gore + Torture TW

Vampire Genji

Silly S/o who could Surprise gengi

S/o making a book all about their love for him

Crush falling asleep on his lap

Comforting S/o out of their previous relationship

S/os whos dramatic for attention

Sticking a dozen valentines stickers on his metal body

Blind S/o

Yokai S/o

Washed up Mermaid S/o

Curvy Confident S/o 

Getting a weapon maker S/o attention

Cute S/o who attracts bugs and scary animals

Sharpshooter s/o joining overwatch just to spend more time with genji

Unpredictable angry s/o

Roadhog

Petite S/o

Junkrat

Headcannons

Clingy S/o

Sick S/o

Reaper

Werewolf Reaper

Werewolf + Vampire Hybrid Reaper

House wife S/o

Waitress Crush

Scary movies

Halloween Date

Reinhardt

Headcannons

‘Big Dumbass Energy’ S/o

Werewolf S/o who turns out to transform into a puppy

Medic s/o

Overwatch receptionist S/o

Widowmaker

Advancing towards a Enemy S/o

Mercy

Spoiling S/o

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o

Headcannons

Moria

S/o that works with Moria

Sombra

Poly mercy/sombra w/ defiant s/o 

D.VA

Pro gamer crush taking her #1 spot

Brigitte

Headcannons (female reader)

Lucio

Headcannons

Soldier 76

S/o wearing a lolita dress (male reader)

Ana Amari

“Isn’t this better―you not fighting me for once?”

Poly Mchanzo

Poly Han/Jess with a S/o who threatens those who try to court them 

Jesse Mccree

Spanking S/o and having them wear lingerie 

S/o whos embarrassed cause theyre quick to cum 

Orgasm control & Mirror Kink w/ Male S/o 

Hanzo

Getting handsy in a store out of jealousy NS FW-ish

Getting hanzo to wear lingerie 

Briggit

Loving her muscles NS FW

[aceofwhump]

Have you made a list or notes on whumpy Hallmark and if so where?🥺

You know what, I haven't yet! Let me do that for ya now. And if anyone wants to add their favs please do so!

A Gift To Remember: Darcy (Ali Liebert) hits Aiden (Peter Porte) while riding her bike and he gets knocked out and loses his memory. It’s pretty good.

Love on the Sidelines : Laurel (Emily Kinney) is a struggling fashion designer who finds herself with a job as a personal assistant for Danny (John Reardon), a quarterback sidelined with an broken ankle. Danny is on crutches for most of the movie and is recovery from his injury.

Spirit of Christmas: A young lawyer (Jen Lilley) finds romance with a spirit (Thomas Beaudoin) that takes the form of a human 12 days before Christmas. He was murdered and there are flashbacks to him being attacked and killed.

Christmas Homecoming: Stars Michael Shanks (Daniel Jackson from SG1!!) as an Army Captain recovering from an injury in battle. He's got a broken leg and suffers from survivors guilt and ptsd.

Hailey Dean Mysteries: Deadly Estate for some good poisoning whump of a medical examiner. You want unconscious? medically induced coma? respirator? bedside vigils? worry? waking up with a twitching hand? walking down the hospital floor holding onto their iv pole? Then this is the movie for you!

Love Blossoms: one small part when the main guy, Declan, gets sick with a cold during the movie. It’s kind of cute but the rest of the movie's got nothing.

Second Chances: "A badly injured leg forces fireman Jeff, who lost his father in a fire as a young boy, to rent a ground floor room during his recovery. Thus he moves in with Jenny, a 911 emergency call center operator, and her two young children, Luke and Elsie, who soon dote on him as an ideal substitute father and try matching him with their mother."

My Gal Sunday: Henry (Cameron Mattheson) gets shot in the beginning of the movie.

Signed Sealed Delivered Lost Without You: Oliver goes on a hike with his father. His dad trips and gets a seemingly innocuous injury on his leg but the two of them get lost in the woods and the injury turns out to be life threatening.

A Godwink Christmas Miracle of Love: Eric (Alberto Frezza) is run over by a plow near the end of the film. There's lots of surgery, worry, hospital stuff.

Retreat to Paradise: "Jordan is recovering from a shoulder injury and his grumpiness tempts Ellie, his carer, to leave him to his misery. But will romance finally blossom?"

The Christmas Waltz: Roman (Will Kemp) hits his head due to slipping on an icy sidewalk and has to go to hospital

Taking a Shot at Love: "Sparks fly between a ballet instructor and a professional hockey player as she tries to help him recover from the same injury that sidelined her dancing career." It's not got a lot of whump but it is about a hockey player in rehab.

Martha's Vineyard Mysteries series: The whole series. Jesse Metcalfe's character Jeff was shot on a previous case and the bullet is still in lodged in his back and it causes him pain a lot AND he continually has nightmares about the incident. It's great.

Mystery 101: Killer Timing: Travis (Kristopher Polaha) gets blown up and even though the aftermath doesn't last long its still wonderful. He gets knocked out, there's an ambulance and hospital scene (kinda), worried family members.

Never Kiss a Man in a Christmas Sweater: Maggie O'Donnell (Ashley Williams) accidentally breaks Lucas Cavelli (Niall Matter)'s arm while carrying a Christmas Tree and offers him a room to stay in when he can't find a hotel room cause she feels guilty.

A Timeless Christmas: Charles Whitley (Ryan Paevey) passes out in 1903 and wakes up in 2020.

Aurora Teagarden A Bundle of Trouble: Martin Bartell (Yannick Bisson) gets shot in the shoulder

Christmas on the Range: Clint McCree (Nicholas Gonzalez) is attacked and beaten up pretty badly.

Mix Up in the Mediterranean: Josh (Jeremy Jordan)'s twin brother Julian gets hurt and can’t do a cooking competition so Josh takes over.

The Christmas Cure: Mitch (Steve Byers) falls off ladder and gets a concussion

Love's Christmas Journey: Sheriff Aaron Davis (Greg Vaughan) gets shot in the leg while chasing a robber. His injury is bad and gets infected. He gets a fever and is rescued by an old man who cares for him. The wound needs cauterizing and he suffers fever, chills, and more.

Hearts in the Game: Diego Vasquez (Marco Grazinni) is a hot shot baseball pitcher who has a panic attack during a game which costs the team the game. Turns out it was triggered by the anniversary of his moms death and he has another panic attack later in the movie as well.

Fourth Down in Love is about an athlete who is sidelined by an injury. Broken ribs I think? 

Rip in Time: Another fun time travel movie. Rip (Niall Mater) gets knocked out at least once. 

Three Wise Men and a Baby: Paul Campbell's character has social anxiety and has a sort of panic attack in the park at the beginning of the movie.

Jolly Good Christmas: Will Kemp's character falls into a frozen river and he comes out shaking and shivering and she gets him a blanket and tea and he needs a hot shower. 

That's all I've got for right now. The bolded ones have the best whump in my opinion so definitely check those out first :) Love's Christmas Journey and the Martha's Vineyard Mysteries are A+ whump hallmark movies. Do those first ;)

[cerezzzita]

Hey there, kween. Rainbow dragon here with some valentine themed asks. Giving Dante a bouquet of his favorite flowers (red roses?) with “how much did all of this cost you…” “does that really matter?”. Or forcing McCree to watch a soppy movie + "That's really all I need. Some time with just you." Here's some valentines chocolates a s payment 🍫🍫🍫

🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ kiss from a rose ✦ dante x fem!reader

⌕ synopsis: It's Valentine's Day and your loving devil have a thing for everything red, especially roses.

notes: oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god- FINALLY MADE SOMETHING WITH >HIM< AAAA he's my boo, Dante's just the love of my life, I can't put in words how much I love this man! he's so sjsksananwwh UGHHH I LOVE HIM SO FREAKING MUCH! MAN I LOVE YOUUU <dante3

okay okay, now i can breath. oof! firstly, happy Valentine's Day y'all! if you have a Valentine to spend the day with, hope everything's nice and smooth with you, sending you friendly but sweet kisses, and if you're like me, without a Valentine (not that that's sad okay it can be pretty good and all), come here, Dante will make your day brighter and especial as he's making with me hehehehehe.

so! hope you all enjoy the reading! AND BY THE WAYYY GO FOLLOW @aldryrththerainbowheart, yup, the sweetheart that requested this! they (sorry, I don't know your pronouns, hope I don't offend you) have an DMC Arcana Series that's mwah, over the top! thank you for requesting, though <3333 and here some sugar for ya too 🍫🍫🍫

♡ word count: 455

♡ tags: fluffy, 2nd pov (you/yours), Dante being an sugarcube, use of petnames (because it's not Dante if he's not using petnames), female reader, he's shirtless btw, Dante being the ultimate red lover that he is <3

✦ read on ao3

Stealthily, you entered the doors of the Devil May Cry shop, the tails of your eyes inspecting every possible corner. Everything seemed unnaturally quiet for a venue that had daily hustles among its members. Perhaps it was due to the fact that that day was no other than Valentine's Day. And you were looking for your valentine, one with silver hair, crystal eyes and a smoldering mischievous smile.

Speaking of mischief, the tips of your lips twitched in a similarly conceited smile. Your hands behind your back guarded a preciousness that yes, could have taken a good amount of your salary as a Devil Hunter, but it would be worth it.

Returning to the present scenario, by instinct your eyebrows shaped curious curves by the unusual silence, which was occasionally interrupted by the low — almost inaudible — music coming from the old jukebox. Your mouth opened to vocalize:

“Yoo-hoo, Dante! Where are you?”

“Miss me, sugarcube?” From the top of the stairs emerged the slender half-demon, looking fresh and shirtless. Oh yeah. A freshly showered Dante could never be too much candy for the eye.

Your teeth subtly bit into the soft flesh of your lower lip, but not to give reasons to further inflate the Devil Hunter's ego, you shook your head and took a step or two towards him.

“There you are,” you purred, capturing the smoothness of Dante's lips on yours that resulted in a brief seal. “Did you really think I would let such a special date go unnoticed?”

It was Dante's turn to let his brow rise in question, the look of his features compounded by his caricature lightness and wit. Though he couldn't be astute enough to predict the movement of your hands as you filled the fields of his eyes with a neat, fragrant bouquet of red roses. His clear, icy eyes widened in surprise.

“Babe…”

“Since you have a thing for everything that's red, I thought they were your favourites!” You justified, the soft feeling of the fervency of love and embarrassment united in a single averted gaze. Your irises returned to Dante's still dazed face.

“How much did all of this cost you…?”

“Does that really matter?” You replied.

Dante finally gave you one of those rousing, contagious smiles of his, catching the crimson flowers in one hand and wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet in an impromptu hug. The palm of your hand, by impulse, found the warmth of the firm and naked chest of the half-demon.

“Aw, babe, you're the best girlfriend ever!" With that said, your entire face was soon taken over by lots and lots of splattered kisses. “Thank you so much, angelcake!”

“Tee-hee, happy Valentine's Day, daredevil…”

cerezzzita©, 2023 · all rights reserved ⓘ do not copy, edit, steal or claim as yours

[yeehanfrf]

Week 12 Recs: Simple Pleasures

Week 12's theme was "Simple Pleasures," or PWPs. Whether you think it stands for "Plot? What plot?" or "Porn without Plot," the point is these are all short (or short enough) and smutty.

Behind the cut, you'll find the recs gathered from the Yeehan community. These are all rated Explicit this week, so they're organized alphabetically by title.

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it by doctorziegler [4,843 words]

There are some things that Hanzo wants kept under lock and key.

A Picture In Blue by Hoodedscarlet [4,835 words]

The mission was nothing to write home about on the surface; some casino in Monaco with corrupt Talon agents and blood money on their hands. Jesse knew that they'd have to dress the part to even get in the door; nice clothes, good hair, the regular works to blend in among the rich.

But he hadn't expected this - Hanzo walking out dressed up like he owned the place, hair slicked back and suit immaculately fitted. He looked good enough for McCree to sink to his knees in awe - and with him down there, looking at Hanzo with doe eyes, both of them had some ideas for how they should spend the time before the mission...

all the better to eat you with (my dear) by Hoodedscarlet [12,798 words]

An assassin specialises in disappearing into the shadows, making himself one with the quiet and the unknown. But one can become too good at slipping into the darkness - and when McCree realises that perhaps this time Hanzo hadn't planned for this it's too late to save him. When Overwatch get a note with a location and the words 'Come get him' , they have to go and save their friend - and the man that McCree meets is not entirely the same one he remembers.

Bend Over, I'll Drive by millenial_falcon [4,407 words]

Twenty-four hours ago they had been discretely sniffing around LumériCo’s newest installation, playing the part of road-trippers laying over in town for a couple of days. Now, Cassidy is driving to beat the devil, with Hanzo pressed warm and solid against his side.

Blowing Off Steam by FanficsbyVe [4,654 words]

After a rotten day, McCree finds an unexpected visit by Hanzo makes everything better. One-shot.

Bounty by orphan_account [4,853 words]

“I know a great deal of things about you... A common criminal who gained status on merit of his skill. A former Blackwatch operative. A competent mercenary. You have impressed me, but there remains one thing I have not figured out yet... Do you like men, Jesse McCree?”

McCree and Hanzo have worked together on more than one occasion and Hanzo proposes a mutually beneficial 'arrangement'.

But I Don't Have No Money by dicktrickle [9,676 words] Reccer comment: "hanzo wrecks his car and gets himself wrecked in turn"

Hanzo was stranded in the desert, his car stuck in the only shop for 50 miles. Without his wallet.

He was going to kill Genji. But not before paying the rugged mechanic for his services with the clothes off his back.

Difficult Men by motorghost [10,378 words] Reccer 1 comment: "PLS READ THIS ONE RN (but mind the tags)"

Reccer 2 comment: "Not just a favorite PWP, but one of my fave Yeehan fics overall."

A newer, smaller Overwatch has just had their first victory and Cole's going to celebrate the only way he knows how: with questionable substances, unsavory characters and maybe inadvisable deeds.

Dim City Glow by Interrobang [6,485 words] Reccer comment: "I know we're focusing on the smut, but I truly adore the lived in feeling of the relationships Interrobang writes WITH their great smut."

Hanzo steps away from a party for a breath of fresh air, but McCree is more than distracting enough to keep Hanzo from gathering his thoughts.

Good thing Hanzo doesn't need to think much for this anyway.

Dying Grass Moon by motorghost [7,774 words]

The hunter Cole Cassidy finds a creature in the forest who needs his help. Clearly the giant white wolf isn't from around here, but it's dangerous to pry into a spirit's affairs.

Freebie by robocryptid [2,945 words]

Cole's thoughts are a dull buzz. Foggy, clouded with need. He’s aching inside, hot and softening up, and Shimada… Fuck Shimada.

Probably never had to work to get laid. Just shows up. Claims no presumptions, but why the fuck was he there, then? That’s all it takes. All he has to do. Now he’s in Cole’s head.

Giving a Finger by hunahuna_un [10,487 words] Reccer comment: "I'll also toss in one of mine, bc we all need more cowboy with oral fixation~"

The intel mission about the Null Sector goes sideways so Hanzo and Jesse are forced to retreat into a safe house. Little did they know how Jesse’s nicotine withdrawals would test their patience.

He only gave a finger...

heron by cowboyflesh (cowboymeat), G0REPUP [4,905 words] Reccer comment: "no one knows who's the hunter and who's the hunted"

McCree scavenges, picks up what he can; opportunistic. He’s been around quite a bit and isn’t one to settle down. 

Hanzo hunts. Unassuming, poised as demure and uptight, something to be taken apart and ruined and not the other way around.

Allowing the gunslinger's broad palm to slip into his kimono, Hanzo turns and looks up at him with practiced pleasantry. A soft smile, toothless and submissive, as McCree’s eyes narrow at him. He grins hungrily, the lingering laughter still left on his lips as his attention is taken by the archer’s act.

“Gettin’ to be late, why don’t we take this back to my quarters?” McCree drawls, soft and smooth as can be as he massages Hanzo’s shoulder, sweetening the deal.

I got this fever, fever burning inside by CourtneyCourtney [11,300 words]

Hanzo has heard stories of this 'weapon', the most lurid tales courtesy of McCree, naturally. A libido accelerant Talon injects intravenously, giving its victims the option of mauling a stranger for sexual release, forcing themselves on a teammate and ruining any trust built between the two, or - to quote Jesse's turn of phrase - dying of "blue balls."

In other words, not a way for someone like Jesse McCree to go. Not if Hanzo is determined to help. It would be a shame to lose a colleague as altruistic and reliable as McCree to a weapon so primitive.

If he has to choke out the voice at the back of his mind questioning his own altruism in performing this act, then so be it.

(or, McCree gets sex pollened by Talon, and Hanzo helps him out the way any good friend would (Really. Stop gagging, Genji.))

Imagination Infatuation by Partymeowth [9,117 words] Reccer comment: "steaming hot phone sex"

After many, many years of having crushes he’s forbidden from acting upon, Hanzo's used to relying on his imagination to make up for the absence of anything concrete.

Infatuation by ChillieBean [2,131 words]

Cole was jogging on the treadmill, and ten minutes in he removed his shirt. Hanzo did not think anything of it at the time, it is nothing he had not seen before, but when he stole a glance a few minutes later, he could not tear his eyes away.

While Cole was intently focused on his workout and completely oblivious to Hanzo’s leering, with his gloriously hairy, muscled chest and trim waist on show, Hanzo noticed that his pecs were bouncing with each step.

Bouncing. That is a testament to just how fit he is for someone who drinks, smokes and eats the greasiest food he can get his hands on. He has pecs. They bounce. And Hanzo needs them.

It Will Come Back by CorvidFightClub [3,434 words]

McCree and Hanzo are captured by a gang somewhere in the American Midwest after a mission. The situation becomes more dire when Hanzo finds out the gang isn’t the only thing he has to worry about.

Known by vaguely_concerned [1,217 words] Reccer comment: "slow and sweet sex"

Just some happy sex.

Love and Comfort in Gibraltar by ChillieBean [2,879 words]

Hanzo pulls his hand away from that scar and moves his hand back up to rest his hand in the middle of his chest, skipping the same two scars like he always does. Cole doesn’t mind honestly, Hanzo knows his story, he knows why they’re there. It’s not like they’re not that easy to see these days with the hair that’s covering his chest now, but Hanzo’s always been careful to avoid touching them.

Cole thinks about telling their story, weighing up the option of giving Hanzo the distraction or just comforting him in silence. Hanzo knows the story of every other scar on his body, what they make Cole feel when he looks at them.

He thinks again about the trust Hanzo has in him, and decides it’s time.

“I ever tell you about the other two scars?”

Mile High Noon by motorghost [7,055 words]

Two late-thirties bounty hunters break some minor sky-laws.

Nantaimori by ChillieBean [15,403 words]

It had been months in the making, and it was supposed to be a straightforward night: Be Hanzo Shimada's personal waiter, gather intel on a potential partnership with a neighbouring clan, get out without making any waves.

Cole's plans come to a crashing halt when he is asked instead to be the nantaimori—to lie naked for the duration of the meeting while Hanzo eats sushi off him.

Only You Can Cool My Desire by robocryptid [4,202 words] Reccer comment: "cuddling for warmth, my favorite trope and just for me!"

Tasked with cataloging Overwatch assets, Cole and Hanzo spend the night in one safehouse. This one's supposed to be well-equipped, but it's cold as hell and the tiny space heater just isn't suited to the task.

Pine Woods by coinin [14,659 words] Reccer comment: "'Pine Woods' because cozy cabin! And snow!"

After a mission goes awry, Cassidy and Hanzo are forced to flee into the Finnish wilderness. Will they find shelter before they freeze to death? And more importantly, what are they going to do to stave off boredom if they do find safety?

Poker Face by Cadeykat [28,383 words]

“Shark, my ass. Man cleared out $60,000 at the first table he played at.”

Hanzo shrugs, silently delighting in how Daniel sucks in a bracing breath at his nonchalance. Oh, he loves riling him up. Serves him right for calling him in on his day off. “So? That’s not entirely uncommon. Perhaps he’s just good at poker.”

“He’s won almost $250 grand over the last four days.”

Oh.

This is going to be fun.

Say My Name by ChillieBean [9,448 words] Reccer comment: "spite fucking in the most delicious way possible"

Things have been good. Better than Cole thought when he first reluctantly signed up. There wasn't a problem this new team couldn't solve, they gelled together like they have been working together for years.

And things had been good, right until Genji invited his brother to join them.

Cole hadn’t really factored in just how angry seeing Hanzo’s stupid smug face made him. He’s sure the stick up Hanzo’s ass has a stick up its ass. And the shitty part of it all is that Hanzo hasn’t done anything since joining to warrant his anger. Hanzo’s polite, he keeps to himself most of the time, and in group settings, he gets along with everyone.

Yet, all Cole can see when he lays his eyes on him is the carnage done by his hands; Genji’s bloodied body gasping for air.

Shoot to Kill by robocryptid [2,963 words] Reccer comment: "Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo Cupid Hanzo"

Cole convinces Hanzo that Overwatch's Valentine's Day party is a costume party. It's supposed to be a light hazing, a way to welcome Hanzo into the fold. He doesn't expect it to backfire quite so spectacularly.

Slip of the Tongue by robocryptid [5,840 words] Reccer 1 comment: "some of thee dirtiest dirty talk I've had the pleasure to read"

Reccer 2 comment: "Cassidy's weaponised voice results in accidental phone sex"

This was meant to be Cassidy’s job. He did the research, studied the blueprints, laid out the plan. Two nights before he hoped to depart, he broke his leg from a nasty fall. If Hanzo didn’t take over, Cassidy would lose the opportunity entirely. The compromise was simple: Hanzo would do the work on his behalf, but Cassidy would not have to relinquish full control. Instead he remained connected by a standard Overwatch communicator and a minuscule camera.

Hanzo offered of his own free will. He chose this. His only regret is that Cassidy seems incapable of giving instructions that don’t sound like innuendo.

Soothe the Itch by fishpoets [2,650 words]

Jesse wakes restless and irritated, with an insistent urge to clamp something between his lips. Maybe Hanzo can help.

sparring gone sexy by Dio Almark (dancingassassin) [9,659 words]

Hanzo thought that inviting Jesse McCree to be his sparring and training partner had been a good idea. At least at first. They were both mercenaries, training together would keep them at the top of their game. That was all well and good, but then Hanzo had to go and fall for the cowboy.

Truth or Dare: Loophole by thtzwhatuthink [1,213 words] Reccer comment: "a simple, short, but very dirty truth-or-dare situation"

“I dare you to tell McCree all the dirty things you would do to him if given the chance—right now, and out loud.” Hanzo is unfazed by the dare; he is a man of few words in casual conversation, and of even fewer in work settings. When Hanzo smirks, Genji’s smug grin falters a little. He found a loophole.

Truth or Dare: Piercings by thtzwhatuthink [5,610 words]

Playing Poker while a game of Truth or Dare goes on in the same room will inevitably get a certain Cowboy involved in a rather pleasing predicament. Especially with the help of some good ol' brotherly bickering about... inappropriate piercings.

Truth or Dare: Thongs by thtzwhatuthink [5,446 words]

Leave it to Genji to dare Tracer to get her underwear drawer from her room and set it down in the middle of the truth or dare circle. Resident Cowboy is dared to put a thong on, and he's not the only one. In fact, the thongs are merely a catalyst for what Hanzo gets himself into tonight.

what ails you by motorghost [4,858 words] Reccer 1 comment: "Hanzo gets injured and Cole visits him in the hospital. Very hot, great dirty talk."

Reccer 2 comment: "lives rent-free in my head"

A bad injury puts Hanzo in the medbay for a week. Cole pays him a visit in the night.

Wolf by Phylix [3,946 words]

Hanzo awakens in the night to see Jesse needy and asleep. He takes matters into his own hands.

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And that's a wrap on the Week 12 recs! Thank you so much to everyone who submitted a recommendation.

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[joelsbodypillow]

broken hearts club

[Authors note: idk what I’m doing this is just a random one shot I wrote so it may not be good lol]

warnings here: smutty, cursing, creampie?, Angst

pair: Mccree x reader

It was a cold scene, you were walking back home since your Uber didn’t come as they were supposed to. You were a confident person some people even say intimidating and you hate when your time was being wasted. As you were walking through the snowy pale neighborhood a few light posts lighting up the white street you were mildly scared being out alone at this time of day but you were on a mission to get back to your cozy warm bed and kitten star ‘shit’ you mentally cursed at yourself you forgot to feed him sighing to yourself you walked in defeat the house was two blocks down you considered running the rest of the block but you declined as you opened your door there was a tall figure on the hallway

you squealed loudly enough for the man to look over to you it was your boyfriend Cassidy “shit Cole you almost gave me a heart attack!” You kicked off your wet boots on a nearby shoe rack “didn’t think your partner would get here so soon” He spoke as he stood up lighting a cigar “babe you should stop smoking” he ignored the comment and went to the back porch. You started to get mad Cass has been ignoring you the past few days and your fed up but you let it go for today he was working his ass off this week so you understood to an extent he still treated it like you weren’t even there but you couldn’t hold it in. You thought about the consequences but it didn’t matter as you opened the sliding door a wave of Tobacco hit you

“babe we need to talk.” You spoke as his honey brown eyes trailed over your frame he backed off the wooden railing and stepped over to you “y.you have been treating me different lately and I don’t like it” your gulped as he stood over you “you want to be treated fairly I’m gonna treat you fairly. Get on the railing” he bent your body over the railing his words cold and unwelcoming he tugged ur pants down and played with the fabric white with a red bow it was childish, but he said it made you look innocent “I paid a lot for these damn panties just for them to get ripped up. What a shame”

he looked down at your wet sex “already wet, such a whore” he said in a pitying tone you hated it but loved it at the same time it was humiliating. He pulled the white fabric down stretching the couture his sweatpants not even trying to hide the boner he had you didn’t even notice he was inside of you until the first thrust “Gah~ m.Mccre.e too big” you whined but he didn’t listen he kept assaulting your cunt repeatedly, he groaned loudly, he was close you were already at your high “Oh God.d Mc.cree i-I’m coming!” You moaned “fuck~ yeah keep moaning like that so everyone can know I’m fucking ya’ this good” he encouraged “sh.it Baby I can’t Gah!” His eyes widened with pleasure as he pumped silky white strings of love into you. He looked down huffing at his new piece of art drooling out of you he smirked looking at how he tamed you so easily “let’s clean you up baby” he whispered in your ear “y.yes Mccree” you answered still panting like a bitch in heat.

So this was my first ever fanfic I was just bored honestly hope ya liked

[max1u3]

A Breakdown of all the Overwatch Anniversary events so far.

I'm in the mood to write lengthy paragraphs examining OW2 today, so let's go for it.

Just to clarify, my first Anniversary event was 2018, so I have just a wee bit of experience playing these events. Unfortunately, I didn't have the pleasant experience of playing the first anniversary event in 2017.

But, it's as good as any place to start, so what exactly did we get in the 2017 anniversary event.

Three new area maps were added, which I'm sure most of you are familiar with. They were Castillo, Black Forest, and Necropolis.

Not only that, but NINE FREE legendary skins were added during the limited time event, that anybody could pick up through loot boxes.

Not just that though, there were over a hundred unlockable items also released during that limited time. Ranging from skins that were lower than legendary, to player icons, to sprays, to voice lines, to emotes, highlight intros, and victory poses.

The 2017 Anniversary event was also the event that introduced dance emotes, which I'm fairly sure you just have to plainly buy no, but don't quote me on that.

WELL

Moving onto 2018

A new death map was released on the 2018 Anniversary event called Petra. Honestly, it blows my mind that Petra came out five years ago now. I remember logging on, and loading up deathmatch and getting lost out of my mind on this new map.

They released 8 legendary skins

and 3 epic skins

Including Lightning Tracer. Man, I remember just how much people hated this skin, claimed it was the ugliest skin ever made.

Personally, I think there are more than a handful that can rival it nowadays.

The 2018 event also introduced being able to buy past event items for all the events, not just anniversary.

Now that I've summarised all the wonderful gifts 2018 gave us, let's hurry on over to 2019.

This year, unfortunately, they did not release any new maps, (that doesn't mean they didn't realise new maps during the year, they just didn't release maps during the anniversary event).

But, they introduced another reel of awesome legendary skins. Except, there was only 6 this year.

Don't get me wrong. I love almost (egg head Pharah is the exception) and I physically screamed when I pulled Academy D. Va.

But, the delice shows when you compare things side by side.

No new map, and 3 fewer legendary skins.

Here are the epic skins as well, nothing special really though what can you say really.

Although, let me put it out there. I am not complaining. I got to play and earn all these skins for free and it was an absolute privilege that I did. I'm just pointing out the differences as the events progress.

2019 was also the first year to introduce legendary loot boxes for logging in. It was free and guaranteed one or more legendary. I'll just put it out there now, I absolutely adored these loot boxes. They were always the highlight of my game time when one came sliding quietly into my loot box tab.

Next up, 2020.

Now, looking at all of these event trailers together, I've released Blizzard made a very particular choice when displaying the legendary skins this year. Notice in the previous years they're usually grouped together and displayed like that? Well, not this year, because there's only 5 new legendary skins.

By displaying each skin induvial and using a highlight intro, it gives the impression there are just as many skins as usual. Very clever Blizzard, I'll give you that.

So far, we've gone from 11 legendary skins in 2017, to 5 in 2020. That number fell dramatically quickly.

2020 was also the first year to introduce the weekly challenges that became ever present in OW1 events.

None of them are really anything special. I remember being fond of the Widow one because of the gold highlights, but I also disliked the Sigma and the McCree ones because their eyes were covered.

Not much else to say really about 2019, the legendries are classics and it was the first anniversary event to use the weekly challenges, but that's it really.

2021 is where I really start to get pissed of at Blizzard.

Remember how I said before that showing of each skin specifically in their highlight intro was a cheap way of making it look like there's more content than there actually is? Well, it get's worse. At least in 2019 they specified that these were new skins.

In 2021, they just roll out the dance cutscene and introduce the new skins without saying they're introducing them, and combining skins from old events into the background. Maybe because it's late when I'm writing this, or maybe because I'm so used to seeing these skins in game, but I had to actually google a list of what skins came out in 2021 because I couldn't figure out the new ones from the old ones.

Anyways, I figured out which are the new ones, and here are your... five skins.

I won't lie. I'm not really a big a fan off... any of these. I suppose Funky Baptiste would be the best, but personally, the quality of the skins declined so dramatically. You can sort of already see it happening in 2019, but I don't think the delice is too noticeable until 2021.

But maybe that's just my personal preference.

These were the weekly challenges, and honestly, I love Tux Hammy. It's just so classically cute. The vibrant Echo is definitly a look too, just maybe not mine.

This is the bit where it gets a bit... trickier.

I'm going to have to make a second post because you can't post more than 30 pictures per post.

[instantbreplay]

Part 2 of my TWST EN VA headcanons!

WARNING: Spoilers for the TWST game

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar — Jonah Scott

Most known for:

Tatsu in The Way of the Househusband

Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo in SK8 the Infinity

Legoshi in BEASTSTARS

Another that I agreed with was Jonah Scott as good old Leona because to be honest, just like Yuuichirou Umehara, Jonah has a smooth, sexy voice which fits with Leona’s nonchalant, deep, and carefree tone of voice. If you listen to it closely, you can bet that he’ll even make a good growl for him. I only saw his performances in The Way of the Househusband and SK8 the Infinity (mostly SK8 because it’s my favorite anime), but his performance in SK8 took me and my younger sister—who likes Joe Nanjo—by storm because of his seductive demeanor towards the women he wants to date (thank goodness Leona respects women) and his tone when irritated enough like whenever he’s around his old friend Kaoru, a.k.a. Cherry Blossom. With that in mind, imagine Jonah making a tired tone with a grumble on the daily when a lion doesn’t want to get out of bed.

Jack Howl — Matthew Mercer

Most known for:

Levi Ackerman in Attack on Titan

Chrom in Fire Emblem Engage

Cole McCree (now named Cole Cassidy) in Overwatch

Jack Howl is a teenage white wolf who prioritizes honesty and integrity above all else and because of his love for doing noble and righteous deeds, he earned himself the man himself, Matthew Mercer. Matthew is another voice acting king, his roles varying from the different characters he has played over the years, but if we look to Jack’s personality and compared it to Levi Ackerman who is a popular character of Attack of Titan with skills that can kill a thousand Titans if trained even more, Matthew is more than perfect because he can present a masculine man with morals and raw strength and outstanding skills in different areas of expertise. I feel he can also produce a scary tone of voice when Jack is angered by any unruly and disgusting misdeed a fellow classmate did such as when Ace, Deuce, and Grim made contracts with Azul to help them pass the final exams.

Ruggie Bucchi — Bryce Papenbrook

Most known for:

Inosuke Hashibara in Demon Slayer

Adrien Agreste in Miraculous

Eren Jäger in Attack on Titan

This is yet again another voice actor that I agreed would make a good Ruggie, but I have only one reason…Did nobody hear his laugh as Inosuke when Inosuke was flexing his flexibility to scare Tanjiro and Zenitsu? He nailed that laugh which is why I think he can perfect Ruggie’s mischievous laugh, especially hearing Inosuke’s voice in my head, a voice that always reeked of mischief and insane ideas that should’ve gotten him killed but is still alive. Like Inosuke, Ruggie knows how to survive and think on his feet and if we also analyze Eren Jäger (by the way, that’s the actual German spelling of his name—I am not spelling it wrong), Eren also understands survival but is reckless and takes matters into his own hands when things don’t swing his way which Ruggie did when he caused the injuries of his peers so Savanaclaw could win the Spelldrive tournament against Diasomnia.

[wftc141]

Blackwatch Chapter 10: Conflict Part 1

12:40 PM, Local Time

Rome, Italy

Embassy of the United States

December 2018

The team are all gathered at their quarters but their mood has been less talkative. While Genji was tapping away on his phone, McCree and Sombra played pool against Fio and Moira, and Marvel was losing his dart throwing match with Amelie. By the corner of the room, Ray watched the TV with disinterest.

"Man, this shit's getting boring." Ray said, breaking the silence.

"Saying that for the tenth time isn't gonna make it less boring, man." Marvel called out as he took his stance.

"And you just got out of the kill house four hours ago." Sombra added. "What more do you want, bro?"

"Shooting paper targets and blanks don't count." Ray replied. "We've been on our asses for far too long."

"Ray does raise a point." Moira butted in after finishing her turn. "We're being put on hold after all thanks to this Valorant Protocol unit."

"You mean the guys who failed to stop Null Sector from attacking Rome?"

"The intel failed them." Amelie corrected. "Unlike us, they operate by the books. The mistakes from the higher ups were out of their hands."

"You seem quite fond of the Valorant Protocol, aren't you, Amelie?" Moira asked.

"I speak with logic in mind."

"So there's a chance that they're gonna put us on the sidelines indefinitely?" Ray said.

The room went silent. Blackwatch had been in charge of handling off-the-books operations under the government's nose and they were good at what they did.

With Jack Morrison and the Valorant Protocol taking over duties for the most part, all they could do was wait and see what comes next for Blackwatch.

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03:20 PM, Local Time

13 km outside of Mogadishu, Somalia

UN Refugee Campsite

Outside of the city, doctors of the United Nations are helping the Somalian citizens who were caught in the middle of the civil war between Al-Shabaab and the government, accompanied by Helix Security International who served as security detail for the humanitarian doctors.

Angela comes out of a tent as she has just finished working on a patient. She needed to get some air as she took a deep sigh in relief and whipping the sweat from her head.

"How did it go?"

Angela turns to the voice and notices Fareeha Amari walking up to her, still in her gear. She simply raised a thumbs up as Fareeha got close.

"We managed to save the boy, though the landmine shattered his right leg." Angela said. "It's a possibility that he'll have to wear a prosthetic for the rest of his life."

"What matters is that he's alive and you saved him, Angela."

"I heard you put yourself in danger to save that boy."

"If it weren't for me, the boy would've been a goner. I couldn't just leave him there."

"You know those stunts of yours are gonna get yourself killed, Fareeha."

Fareeha let out a deep sigh. She had known Angela enough that she would be aware of her heroic stunts on the field. Before the conversation could continue, an HSI contractor approached her with orders.

"Amari, we need you for a CSAR. Captain's orders." He said in Arabic.

"Got it, Tariq." Fareeha nodded. "Right behind you."

Tariq nodded before heading off.

"Going out again?" Angela asked.

"Yep." Fareeha said before turning away. "I'll see you when I get back."

"Be careful."

"No promises."

Angela watched as Fareeha caught up with her teammates and couldn't help but feel worried for her. Knowing how she always puts herself in danger for the safety of the helpless, it was admirable and courageous to say the least but Angela's gut feeling was telling her that Fareeha's actions aren't going to always be successful considering Somalia's current situation.

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04:20 PM, Local Time

Rome, Italy

Embassy of the United States

Gabriel makes his way to Jack's office as by the look on his face he is not going to have a pleasant conversation as he needs to question him. Once he got to the door, he knocked and waited for a response.

"Come in."

Entering the office, Gabriel walked towards Jack sitting behind his desk who looked up, eyes meeting an unexpected face.

"Ah, Gabe. Wasn't expecting you today. What can I help you with?" Jack asked.

"I've been wanting to discuss something that has been on my mind for some time," Gabriel said as he crashed onto the chair before Jack's desk.

"What is it?"

Gabriel shot a glance at Jack with sharp eyes and a somewhat interrogative aura. Jack was quick to recognize that look as he took a sip from his mug.

"I wanna know what's up with this Valorant Protocol and how a unit that came to existence out of thin air, is suddenly handling duties meant for us."

Lowering the mug from his mouth, Jack simply sighed as he set the mug on the table and leaned back on his chair.

"I figured you were going to ask me that eventually. Just didn't know when."

"You're trying to replace me and my team, aren't you? Is that the real reason why you're here and Salvatore kicked the bucket?"

"This is nothing personal, Gabe." Jack said. "You and your team have been useful for our cause but the Valorant Protocol is a government-sanctioned and, dare I say, a clean covert organization that I believe that your efforts are far suitable with them."

"You're asking me to work with a bunch of scouts just because you don't like how Blackwatch operates?"

"We can't have dirty ops under NATO's hand. This will contradict our intentions to demonstrate peace and unity."

"You honestly believe that shit when there are killers out there trying to turn this world under?" Gabe said, leaning forward. Jack sighed as he lifted his hand to his scrunched eyebrows."You think NATO's idea of peace is gonna fix the mess they've made? Our methods aren't pretty but we're the ones covering up their mess and like it or not, we do it better than any other cleanup squad they throw in."

"I understand your frustrations, Gabe, but right now, the situation is getting more heated than we've anticipated. Congress has been questioning our capabilities ever since the Rome incident and the public are getting more-"

Gabriel suddenly bolts up and slams his fists on Jack's table. "Lives are in danger and you wanna talk about your fucking approval ratings?!"

"This isn't about ratings, this is about collateral damage!" Jack snapped back. "People are scared to go out onto the streets without worrying about whether they'll live to see another day. We're supposed to be keeping our operations out of the public eye and if word gets out to the media about you and your team's existence, we'll be spending months doing damage control!"

Gabriel glared down at Jack as he continued.

"Look, I know this is not the answer you expect from me and I understand. Believe me when I say I'm with you all the way but we need to be realistic about this-"

Gabriel began to chuckle as Jack looked at him with confusion. "Realistic? Don't make me laugh. Where has being realistic ever gotten us, huh? All we did was let people die while we stood by the sidelines, knowing we could've stopped the bloodshed! You know this as much as I do, Jack, but I guess being NATO's lap dog made you forget the blood that's still on your hands"

Gabriel storms out of his office, not giving Jack the chance to speak. As the door slammed shut, Jack slumped back into his chair and sighed, taking in everything that Gabriel had said to him.

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05:30 PM, Local Time

Mogadishu, Somalia

Helix contractors have just wrapped up their CSAR, returning back to their headquarters. Fareeha was in the Humvee at the front of the convoy, seated next to Captain Khalil who was driving. She looked through the window, watching the Somali people going about their lives while the civil war continued to shake their country. However, there was something that was bothering Fareeha.

"Something doesn't feel right." Fareeha said.

"Because we found nothing? Agreed." Captain Khalil answered. "Intel said there were innocent people in that area."

"Could've been a trap."

"If it was, we would've gotten into a gunfight. Luckily for us, we're still in one piece. My guess is wrong intel."

Fareeha said nothing and returned her gaze to the war-ravaged streets. Even if bad intel was the case, Fareeha's conscious was convinced something was off. She just couldn't pinpoint where exactly.

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9 km north of Mogadishu, Somalia

Undisclosed Camp

Gunshots rang out in synchronization as Talon units watched insurgents of Al-Shabaab train with resilience and coordinated diligence. Talon was fortunate to find such fighters like Al-Shabaab who were more than happy to support their cause, unlike the late Macaba militia. On top of being fast learners, their motivations were the driving force and easy enough for Talon to broker a fair deal of weapon shipments and military training.

On one side, insurgents took to the firing range to test out the newest range of weaponry much more advanced than their arsenal of AK-47s, courtesy of Talon. On the other, fighters trained in close-quarters and the many ways to kill a man, thanks to Talon's best instructors.

Captain Cuerva watched from the sidelines as live fire erupted across the camp, observing for the potential candidate to join their ranks. Almost every insurgent had potential, making it a hard choice for him.

"Captain," Cuerva then turned around to find Pacanowsky approaching him, phone in hand. "The Coin wants to speak with you."

Cuerva held out his hand for Pacanowsky to hand over before lifting the phone to his ear. "Go for Cuerva."

"Bonjour, Captain," Maximilien said. "How's Mogadishu doing for you?"

Cuerva glanced over to the insurgents at the field. "Our allies are surprisingly loyal and competent. They barely managed to move an inch against the military and now they've taken over an entire town thanks to our funding and training."

"Never underestimate the power of money and power," Maximilien replied. Cuerva can feel his smirk behind the screen. "Now, I didn't call you just to catch up on trivial news. Your boss is calling for you to finish up. I have an assignment that I believe you and your team would be interested in."

A smirk grew across Cuerva's face.

"I'm listening."

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05:50 PM, Local Time

13 km outside of Mogadishu, Somalia

UN Refugee Campsite

Back at the camp, Angela was walking around the camp looking around with a smile on her face watching how the refugees are feeling safe from the war.

"Angela!"

She turned and noticed Winston jogging up to her, alongside his assistant, Athena. Angela noticed he was rather breathless despite his muscular build, which was rare for a doctor like him. He must have something urgent for her to come running.

"Angela. I've been meaning to speak with you." Winston said through his labored breaths.

"Is something wrong, Doctor?" she asked, cocking her head.

He nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. The UN has ordered us to halt all activities effectively and pull out of Mogadishu ASAP."

Angela's eyes widened and her mouth went agape at what she was hearing.

"They want us to leave? Why?" she asked.

"They say the area is getting too dangerous and they can't risk us and the staff getting caught in the firefight."

Angela looked over to the tents where the patients were. "But we can't just abandon these people, Doctor. We have innocent lives on the line here and that's just a small fraction of this city."

"We've tried to reason with them but they told us that our lives are their top priority. The UN has lost all contact with the government and-"

The conversation ended with loud gunfire, engine roaring and panicked screams which caught the three's attention. Angela rushed to see what was happening.

"Mortar incoming!" a voice screamed, although tad too late.

Just as Angela comprehended the warning, a deafening blast knocked Angela onto her back as sand clouded her and everything went dark.

A few minutes later, Angela slowly woke up from the darkness, ears ringing to no end. Sand stuck to her skin as she caught a glimpse of cuts on her arms, close to where the sand was. Her body struggled to get itself back on her feet as she began to crawl, not knowing what was happening around her.

Suddenly a huge shadow casted over her face. Angela heard the figure shout, although she couldn't understand what it was saying. Once her ears fully recovered, she saw Fareeha in front of her holding her up.

"I got you, Angela! Come on!"

Angela quickly helped herself up as she followed Fareeha into cover, coming across four other doctors and the remaining Helix contractors protecting them.

"What's happening?!" Angela asked over the gunfire.

"It's Al-Shabaab! They're after the supplies and they've taken out several of our contractors!" Fareeha replied.

Angela looked around as civilians of all types ran amok as the insurgents moved past them, firing upon anyone carrying a gun. However, she noticed something was missing among the group.

"Winston's not here." Angela said before turning to the doctors. "Where's Winston and Athena?"

"We don't know!" Dr. Kessler replied. "We got separated from the mortars! Should we look for them?"

"There's no time to search for them now!" Tariq said while loading a new magazine. "We need to get you all out!"

"We'll peel off our rear! It's our only way out!" Captain Khalil ordered. "On me!"

The group followed the contractors as they provided covering fire for the doctors and themselves. During the firefight, Fareeha noticed something different about one of the insurgents' rifles. She could make out what looked to be a government-issued CZ 805, a weapon unusually in the hands of insurgents.

Who could they have gotten them from? Now that Fareeha thought about it, almost every attacker they've faced had been carrying advanced tactical gear and weapons that would've been out of reach for a group like Al-Shabaab, as well as moving in ways that mirror special forces tactics, which only furthered her suspicions.

She could only hold that thought for later as she and Captain Khalil were the last to retreat and regroup with the rest. As the group made a dash for safety, Fareeha heard Khalil let out a cry of pain behind her and turning around, she found him on the sand.

"Captain!" Fareeha shouted.

She ran to Captain Khalil as he crawled behind a few cargo boxes and helped return fire on the insurgents. Ducking to cover, Fareeha checked the Captain's wound and found a bullet hole in his lower waist.

"Go! Get everyone out of here! I'll hold them off!" Khalil shouted over the gunfire.

"No! We fight as one, Captain! Let me get you up!" Fareeha responded as she tried to help him up.

Khalil pulled her close by the vest. "Amari!" The tone made her freeze momentarily. "This is not the time to be a hero. Protect the doctors and get them to safety. That is my final order to you, Captain Amari."

Although one half of Fareeha's mind wanted her to carry Khalil with her, she needed to get Angela and everyone else out, and carrying Khalil would only make him an easy target and render her bravery in vain. Cursing under her breath, Khalil released her and she took the cue to catch up with her team.

As the group got far from the area, Fareeha turned back to catch one last sight of Khalil returning fire before an explosion erupted beside him, concealing him in smoke and sealing his fate. Fareeha sucked in her breath and faced forward as the group kept running, away from the base. Even after finding a safe distance, there was still no sign of Winston and Athena.

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07:50 PM, Local Time

Rome, Italy

Embassy of the United States

Gabriel headed down the corridor after being summoned for an urgent meeting with Jack. On his way to his office, Gabriel thought hard on what to say, remembering he had stormed out in anger earlier. He eventually arrived at Jack's office and stopped by the door, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Walking in, he noticed a familiar face standing in front of Jack's desk.

Brimstone turned around and a grin grew across his face upon noticing their new visitor.

"Gabe! What a surprise!" Brimstone greeted.

"Could say the same to you, Liam." Gabriel greeted back as he and Brimstone shook hands. "Long time no see. Haven't seen you since your deployment with the Ragged Ravens."

"I got the job a few months back. Higher ups were impressed with my resume and put me on as team leader for the Valorant Protocol."

Gabriel lingered on that answer. "Interesting. Now that I think about it, I don't think I've seen you at our last meeting with your team."

"You two can catch up with each other later cause we have a situation that needs to be dealt with ASAP." Jack interrupted, catching both Gabriel and Brimstone's attention.

The two turned towards Jack as he began the briefing, turning on the projector to open a slideshow.

"Last night, UN humanitarian and aid workers led by Dr. Winston Hayward were stationed outside Mogadishu to provide help for those affected by the civil war when their camp was attacked by heavily armed Al-Shabaab insurgents." Jack continued to the next slide. "They were under the protection of Helix Security International but they took serious casualties and were forced to retreat. We've received a distress call from one of the contractors for HSI, Lieutenant Fareeha Amari, who was with the humanitarians at the time. We've tracked their call to Khandali Village, just several klicks southeast of their camp, which may've been their last known location."

"How many doctors do we need to save?" Gabriel asked.

"Seven, that includes the contractors." Jack replied, turning off the projector.

"I'll take Ray and Genji for this one."

"And I'll have two of my own with me." Brimstone added.

"Very well. You two will be leading this team for this joint covert op." Said Jack. "Your task is to find the doctors and the contractors, and extract them out of the country fast. And keep a low profile with this. If NATO finds out about the doctors, we'll have an international crisis on our hands."

[thoughtfulfangirling]

And that would be the end of the debate, McCree knew, in the way he knew he’d never stop thinking it. There were certain things, rhythms, in the gang, that flowed through everything they did like a bends of a river, and McCree knew how to point his canoe by now.

I never really got into Western's though stars know why as it's got a lot of elements I like. This was such a fun read! I love that McCree has the seeds of a qualm with how things are going on, his compass needle starting to point in a different direction than Yael's, but he's never known life so good.

"McCree never worried about where he was going to go, what he was going to eat, and the drifting tumbleweed decided this was a fine fence to be caught upon."

He does know he's got a found family out there he can rely on and be relied on upon so what more ought there to be?

...

“How old’s he?” She motioned her chin to the man at her left, though it was hardly fair to call him man, not yet filled in, still gangly with the edge of teenagerhood.

“Jesse?” She turned to him and smiled, “I dunno, how old are you?”

“Forty five this July.” He took a drink of his beer.

“That’s about what I thought, why, thank you Jesse.” she picked up her own beer, “Well, there you have it.”

Ashe popped like a corn kernel.

Ahhahahahaha I think about this exchange from time to time. How nice to come revisit it. LMAO. 'We are obviously lying but what you' gonna do abou tit?'

Smoke and Ashes

This is a fic I wrote mostly for me for once but also for @rosepetalrevolution and anyone else who is interested in These Western Fucks, namely Yael, McCree, and Ashe. You can find it in the timeline: here. 3,300 words I would love to know if you enjoy it!! 

“Please don’t!” Tears ran down his face. “For Christ’s sake, please!”

“Wrong audience, motherfucker.” Yael cocked her gun, and fired, an impressive spray of blood spackling across McCree’s boots.

He looked down at them and frowned. “I just polished these, Yael.” He picked some of the brass off the ground. “That was quick.”

“Easy when it’s a bunch a little boys pissin their pants.” She knelt down and rifled through the dead man’s pockets, “Jacinta! You done over there? Quit bein’ so fuckin’ dramatic.”

The echoing fire of a gun was the reply, and Jacinta walked around the end of the truck. “I would think you’d appreciate lingering on this a little bit.”

“It’s not about enjoying the job, it’s a practical matter,” Yael took the cigarettes out of the dead man’s jacket, tapping one out of the pack and lighting it, taking a long drag as she leaned her elbows back onto the dead man’s chest, “Though I don’t hate it. Goddamn, even their cigarettes are terrible, Jesus fucking wept.”

She sat up and put the cigarette out in his cheek.

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[nightiingaled]

Tae-mi & the Rome Incident - Pt 1

They say sometimes you don’t know what’s happening until it’s too late.

Perhaps that was not completely the truth. It had been little over two days since she found the proof – two entire days of PANIC set alight in her heart while she tried to figure out what to do next and this third day desperately trying to speak to Gerard Lacroix. But every time she got within five feet of the man they were separated in some way. Lacroix was called to check the location of some important piece of mechanism; Tae-mi grabbed to move-in more boxes to add to more boxes.

Now was not the time for unloading more boxes, but she didn’t have it in her to say no to the hard-working agents when Lacroix was already busy himself, particularly without some explanation that she cannot give to them. It was simply cartoonish the way they were kept apart for HOURS that day. Arguably laughable if it hadn’t ended the way it did.

Lacroix and her finally cross paths and it was not enough time. Not enough time at all.

“Ms. Jin, if I could have you in the main room to help with coordinating intel that would be—”

“Sir, sorry to interrupt I have something to—”

“Commander Reyes and McCree are here. I’ll be right back.”

Tae-mi couldn’t just ANNOUNCE it across the hallway there, but she was so close to it, fists curling, nails digging into her skin. “Sir!” she snapped.

Lacroix stopped in place to stare back at her. “I heard you, Ms. Jin. We’ll talk after the briefing. Intel. Please.”

She sighed, but it was a step forward. An agreement to meet, an agreement to talk. That was good enough. So, she set up in the intel room with the few other agents NOT working on moving in. But her mind was elsewhere, she barely remembered to acknowledge the Commander and McCree when they entered and even less registered when they left.

Intel hadn’t stopped flooding in left and right and it was their job to sort through what was important and what was just dust. It should have been obvious. They should have seen it coming.

SHE should have seen it coming.

The explosion came from beneath them, rocking the ground below and shattering up the foundations. Tae-mi barely had time to think, barely time to process, barely time to do much of anything.

Later they would tell her that she was lucky. That she was lucky the ground gave way underneath her rather than letting the building completely crush her. That she was lucky the foundation toppled in such a way that the rest of the building somehow didn’t collapse in this specific location.  

Lucky…lucky…lucky.

She didn’t feel very lucky.

“Soon-yi…Soo!”

She woke choking on air, crying for her sister. But her sister wasn’t here. Her sister wasn’t in Rome lying in the rubble of a brand-new building. Her sister was safe at home. Tae clenched her eyes shut and coughed yet again, dust from the building spewing out around her and some part from her lungs themselves.

Debris had rained down on her slightly pinning her in place but none of it was too heavy to lift. If she had the strength, the position – she’d lift it herself. But it pinned her face first into the floor, and she was heaving through lungs that sounded wrong.

She saw someone moving and wondered if it was worth it to call out. There were so many other agents that probably needed help. She wasn’t important, she wasn’t—consciousness drifted from her, and she remembered while she slept. Overwatch needs me. Soon-yi…Soon-yi needs me.

The next time she woke she was being moved and the experience was agonizing. Inhaling sharply, she grabbed out for something, anything and found a wrist. Vision full of tears, dust, and blood – she couldn’t see who she was grabbing onto.

“Lacroix, I need to speak to Lacroix.”

“Later…” A familiar voice comforted, “Later.”

Not later…Now….Has to be now. Talon….will be….  

Tae doesn’t know how much she managed to say out loud and what else just drifted in her head. Consciousness was a fluid thing at this point. But she thought she heard someone whisper, Too late. And she didn’t understand what they meant before she drifted into sleep once more.

[suicidalgamergirl]

OverWatch Missions

So I find out playing as Missions that are permanently out and the Underworld Limited Time Missions give out more EXP than in Quick Play. I'm 11 Tiers away from getting the Anna skin.

I can see why people suggested I should play Winston. He was pretty easy to manage and I didn't die in said missions.

Anyways back to storyline. Yeah, Blizzard has wonderful story aspects. It's why I picked up an artbook that discusses how they create their ideas. Cole Cassidy/Jesse McCree was an StarWatch character draft. Now he's is the well known cowboy everyone loves and adore from the series.

Okay, so fuck Talon. Oh yes, let's kill an Omnic political advisor so the robots will know their place. Surely, nothing bad would happen to the world, regardless of humans fearing these robots that want to live in peace.

Nothing bad will happen/sarcasm. *points to WW1 as an example*

Which gives Ramattra a pretty good reason to hate humans. And I agree.

(Don't shove me with Dobson and all those fedora wearing man-children saying they respect the opposition that is being oppressed. I swear, I'm trying to lose weight and my left eye fuck up on my vacation away from home.)

This just feels like Megaman X all over again.

It sucks you had pay for it. And I think Blizzard knows that give people those sweet interesting cut scenes and people will play it.

And it runs well on the Switch. So yay.

As a newb, I like the story modes. Plus new lore book is coming out next year.

Now can I go back to quick play to play as Illari and LifeWeaver?

[alexiela73]

Mccree wakes up with a huge hungover. His s/o is avoiding him all day. Later Mccree sees some bruises on his s/o next and finds out that he made those bruises by choking his s/o because he thought, that she was cheating on him. What does Mccree does next? Can you write a short fanfiction?

I can, and I did. But I don’t really like writing topics like this, mostly because I don’t think that it would have a happy ending. And I don’t write happy endings for these kind. Sorry if this backfired

Jesse McCree stood leaning outside of the Overwatch dining area, a cigar handing between his lips as he glanced up both ways. While there was a strict no smoking inside policy, placed by his dearly ‘adopted’ mother, Ana Amari, Jesse liked to live on the wild side. At least when he needed to clear his head, as he did now.

Usually he would go and light it up outside, pretty respectful of the rules laid out around here. Except Jesse was waiting for you, hoping you might come down this hall sooner or later, knowing there was a good chance for him to catch you going by.

For the last two days, you have been avoiding Jesse…and he’s not stupid. It’s easy to see by the way you avoid his texts, calls and even try to hide from him at work. Every time he thinks he knows where you are, you somehow magically manage to disappear before he arrives.

Jesse has even tried going to your apartment but every time he does, the place is empty and there was no answer at the front door. This has been happening since he got drunk two nights ago, and the next day you weren’t there when he’d woken up.

It was exceptionally rare for Jesse to get drunk. Usually the cowboy was amazing at holding his liquor, but he’d had a few drinks to many and after the sixth, everything had become lost to him. Jesse couldn’t remember anything beyond that point except for waking up in the morning with a nasty hang over. 

Determined to see you and find out the problem, Jesse waited patiently in the hall, daring everyone with a single look to be the bastard to go and tell Ana about him smoking in the hall. When the halls had quieted again, Jesse was just starting to lose hope when you rounded one of the corners.

You wore a sweater, a scarf and jeans, carrying a bundle of papers in your arms. It took you a moment to see him, and Jesse hoped that perhaps the last two days he had imagined them. Except then he saw the look of fear fill your eyes, and immediately you turned tail to walk off.

“Hey, y/n! Wait a damn minute!” Jesse said, following after and within seven long strides, he made it around the corner and managed to catch your arm. 

The way you flinched when he pulled you around made Jesse annoyed, but he was more irritated by how you hid your lower face with your scarf. Was this one of those women things, where there was a pimple you thought to ugly for the world to handle?

“Y/n, what is going on?” Jesse asked, voice growing more gentle and he reached up to pull down the scarf.

“No!” you gasped, pulling back and you clutched the scarf  in one hand. Surprised by the force in your voice, Jesse could only stare for a moment. But this only made him more determined to know what you were hiding.

Taking your hand gently, Jesse tried carefully to pry it away. “Baby, don’t hide your face. Please, tell me what’s going on,” he said, voice soothing and he hates that look of nervousness and fear in your eyes. What were you so scared of?

When Jesse used a little more force to pull on the scarf, you gasped. “Please, don’t-” you started, unintentionally reaching up with both hands and the papers that had been in your arm scattered to the ground, covering the floor.

Immediately you had tried to catch it though, and without thought you had let go of the scarf in hopes of catching the papers. With that, Jesse managed to slide the scarf away…and stared in horror, cigar slipping from his lips and falling to the floor.

Lips parting in shock, Jesse stared at the bright blossoms of purple and blue bruises across the slim expanse of your throat. Most looked like finger prints, big ones and you immediately reached up to cover them with your hands. Except they were on your collar bone too, and Jesse felt his heart starting to beat faster and faster.

What were you scared of, Jesse had thought, and as he thought now about who had caused you those bruises…the look in your eyes told him. 

You were scared of him. 

Upon seeing the realization in his eyes, you immediately lunged forward, grabbing at one of his sleeves. “Jesse,” you said quickly, voice low. “Jesse, don’t-it was an accident, Jesse, you didn’t mean to-”

Jesse’s eyes met yours and you found horror and pain within their depths. “An accident…how could I have accidentally wrapped my hands around your throat?” Jesse asked, voice strained and he found it hard to breath.

Oh god. He’d hurt you…he’d strangled you. That was what you had been avoiding since that night. You had avoided showing him what Jesse had done while piss drunk, hiding that he’d hurt you so bad that your neck was purple from the strength of his hold. 

Slowly Jesse found himself crouching, head hanging between his knees as he tried to breath. It was as it the air had been stolen from him, and his chest just hurt so badly…and yet none of that could compare to the pain he must have caused you. There had been genuine fear in your eyes. 

Jesse had always said he would never hurt you. That he would protect you from anyone who might cause you harm. What happens if that person was himself?

“Jesse,” you whispered, hand on his shoulder and it broke your heart.

Oh, it had been terrifying when it had happened. Jesse had asked you to sleep with him while he was drunk, but you hadn’t wanted to. Instead of getting flirty and trying his luck, Jesse had accused you of liking Genji. The two of you had started fighting and in his drunken stupor, Jesse had gotten violent…

But you didn’t blame him. Jesse hadn’t done it on purpose, nor had he been aware of his crime. And that was how you tried to keep it. You hadn’t wanted him to know…oh no, you had hoped the bruising would fade before you’d have to see Jesse again.

He would never have had to know…

“I can’t…” Jesse whispers, forehead in his arm. You had to lean in to hear him. “I can’t…be around you…”

In that moment, your heart plummeted in your chest. Staring at him, you trembled lightly. “W-what do you mean, Jesse? I-I’m not angry. I’m really not,” you said, before your voice became desperate. “Jesse, please don’t say that-”

Standing suddenly, you felt a chill in you at the numb look in his eyes. “I can’t be around you,” Jesse says quietly, “Not after everything I’ve done to you. I can’t hold you, knowing I did this to you. I…I need to leave.”

Turning, Jesse started walking away. Jesse didn’t know where he was going but he couldn’t stay here. He didn’t deserve you after all of this, after he’d…the thought was too much. The hate for himself too great.

“Jesse, stop!” you cried, standing there, shaking as your arms came up around yourself. “Jesse, I’m begging you. Don’t go. We can get through this together….” The last word was a sob, tears falling down your cheeks.

Jesse paused for only a minute, but he didn’t look back. It seemed like only the world held him there for a moment, giving you one last view of him.

“I love you, y/n,” Jesse said softly, and then walked away.

You slid to your knees, heart in shambles, as you lost the love of your life that day. 

[babastange]

Me: yeah, I'm a casual western fan, nothing special really

Also me every time I see something even remotely related to westerns:

[wellthebardsdead]

Soldier 76: *staring at the empty training arena after walking the grounds of the Gibraltar base, feeling tension bubble in his chest as the weight of his life in Overwatch and how it ended finally comes to the surface* … *inhales*

*Violently angry screaming*

Mccree: *peers into the room after it stops* Erm… you good pa?

Soldier 76: *heavy breathing as he composes himself* yeah… yeah I’m good.