#i have love/hate relationship with mccree so sorry not sorry

[astroyakuza]

so, after years of release of OW I can finally play this game (I'm a bit late cos I've already been playing for 4 weeks)

yeah, I've experienced a lot (as sorta rein main coz I love this himbo material) already and this is how I feel about mccree killing me from behind: just fuck this cowboy w my big hammer

[seyaryminamoto]

my school works are piled up this past few weeks (graduating tingz) and i just started reading the deadlock novel it feels like i'm reading a sokkla fic every time Mcashe has a scene because they just give off the vibes skskskskksksks. BTW, what's your top5 fav scenes from the novel? PS: I'm smiling like an idiot while reading the novel ughh i hate myself

I KNOW, RIIIIIGHT?! *-* and don't hate yourself, my anon friend, I spent the whole novel smiling and laughing and losing my goddamn mind because I was having the time of my life xD enjoy this beautiful content as best you can!

I mean, frankly, Reunion already had all the Sokkla vibes I could've wanted/needed to ship these two like FedEx and I always knew I wasn't getting off this ride anytime soon. But gosh, this book... it gave me everything I wanted and MORE! Their dynamics are soooo similar to Sokkla team-up dynamics, two power couples kicking ass and taking names... oh, I just love it so much. I probably will end up reading the book a third time soon x'D

As for my favorite scenes, damn, this is tricky xD

KEYCHAIN! HE MADE HER KEYCHAIN!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! God, it's just amazing how the book explains the "vintage" look for Ashe's hoverbike the way it does, and that they literally built it together *screams!!!*, but then he gives her that keychain for her birthday present, and the implications!! THE IMPLICATIONS!!! He gave her a keychain she's held onto for TWENTY YEARS?!?!?! Ships in the OW fandom have sailed far and wide with less than breadcrumbs: we literally have been granted a boon from the GODS with all this extra context for the little things in Reunion xD

Ashe going to hell and back to save her kidnapped BFF-for-whom-she-totally-doesn't-have-feelings-yeah-yeah-sure-Jan. I love the fact that McCree is, in a way, Ashe's damsel in distress and not the other way around xD Of course, it's what you'd expect from an Ashe-centric story, but it's still an amazing sequence, all around. Gotta highlight how she loves the way he smiles like a madman when they have that shootout at the end, and how he worries so much over Ashe's injury when he took an even worse one than she did (the Sokkla vibes in that particular situation were SO STRONG! I SWEAR!).

"Jesse McCree, are you trying to make me say you're handsome?" "Am I?" ... do I need to say more. That FLIRTING. These two were on fire already and they'd only known each other for like... weeks, at this point? x'D He has no sense of moderation, he's soooo into her and doesn't hide it at all. Ashe is so busy trying to plot all the crime and Jesse's practically like a shojo heroine, "oh I can feel it, this is how my love story begins!", basically xD

Finally I pick a not-McAshe scene... to bring up the one where Ashe picks up the Viper on her last moment in Lead Rose Manor. That moment was just... POWERFUL. The feeling of epicness in that scene just overwhelmed me when I was reading it xD

The ending of the book :'D the fully formed Deadlock Gang ready for business, down to the explanation for the Est. 1976 in the logo... *sobs* the fact that so much about the character design choices in these two characters is a shoutout to the past they share is just... *gross sobbing* oh, I just love it to pieces, I'm not even sorry.

Ashe's bike race to save B.O.B. x'D that whole situation was bonkers but I looooved how fierce she was about protecting her one and only buddy while growing up (AND THAT JESSE BLUSHED WHEN SHE TAUNTED HIM WAS JUST THE CHERRY ON TOP!). I appreciated learning more about the Omnic War and its consequences, how Ashe reflects on having escaped it practically untouched in virtue of her money and societal privilege while her new friends all faced many hardships to survive. But I can't help but also love that, however uneasy others could have been about the Best Omnic Butler, Ashe was so fiercely loyal to B.O.B. that she nearly broke Julian's nose herself over his ridiculousness x'D That's HER big omnic buddy and she's not about to lose him to anyone, not her shitty parents, not a bet in a race, NOTHING! (and it's so cute that B.O.B. is just as loyal to her, too *sobs*)

Ashe grabbing McCree's arm to explain things to him on their first heist and him being all "you gonna leave that there?" and only then does she realize her hand's still on him x'D what a McCree line, and he was absolutely enjoying the attention, he doesn't even pretend otherwise.

Everything poetic McCree says or does... meanwhile Ashe's like "um yeah I don't care about poetry I want money", right until his poet soul totally smashes her square in the heart with the KEYCHAIN!!! But damn, I swear I thought McCree would hold back a lot more, and yet there he was, saying things like Calamity was brilliant and mysterious... you could practically hear B.O.B., Julian and Frankie going "I can see what's happening..." in the background xD

The conversation about what they wanted to do once they were loaded with all the cash they could possibly want. That one was a real number on my heartstrings. It ties up to what I said earlier with Ashe finally being in touch with people who are completely removed from the ridiculous social circles of her parents and her school, people who really lost a lot in the war. But where Julian and Frankie seem to look at the past a lot, I loved that Jesse is basically just thinking about the future. The fact that he says he wants to chill out in a farm and that this is what he wants in life... many, MANY, shippy wheels have turned in my head since I read that <.< maaaany...

WHEN JESSE NEARLY FALLS AND ASHE CATCHES HIM!!! UNDERRRATED AS HECK!!! The fact that he's taunting her about fear of heights, then he nearly plummets to his death because ironies are beautiful xD and Ashe pulls him back to safety only to say that she's not afraid of heights but afraid of ~FALLING~??? I mean, okay, sure, maybe I'm reading too much into that line... or maybe I'm not <.< either way, the truth is I just love how absolutely broad of interpretation that scene and that DIALOGUE are :> ehehehe.

Oh, their first encounter. The fact that it's so cute and fun, and that it's this low in the list tells you how GOOD this book was x'D "You've got an awful lot of grit for a rich girl," first words he spoke to the love of his life xD then how they talked and laughed together about the crazy stories he shared (she was crying of laughter for the first time in her life! precious girl!), and then how she sat in the car thinking about the strange feeling she was left with after meeting him... they seriously had a meetcute in prison, how can a ship get any better? xD

WHEN HE COMES BACK TO HER WHEN THEIR FIRST HEIST GOES WRONG!!! That Ashe expects him to just leave after she falls off their getaway vehicle, but Jesse saves her and goes "pfft that's just not my style", basically... *sobs* without realizing it she ends up picking up that particular philosophy of his, saving her friends no matter the cost...! Honestly, though, the fact that every time something like this happens it hits Ashe like a truck racing downhill with no brakes because she's NEVER been cared about by anyone but B.O.B. and she's completely new to friendships and bonding with people... and in the mean time, Jesse immediately is "ride or die" with her because that's how he rolls... beautiful relationship dynamics between characters who influence each other for the better are just beautiful :')

A silly one here: Jesse enjoying the good life in Lead Rose. That description of him looking like a marshmallow in the CHAISE LOUNGEEEEE!!! (the one he references in their in-game interactions *CRYING SO MANY TEARS*), was just too cute to bear x'D Ashe just jumping back into work mode... while he was just thrilled to be a marshmallow in a towel xD

... So, um, I went overboard because I love this book a little too much for my own good :> what can I say? When things I love are good, I go wild xD There's probably more scenes I loved, but these... thirteen? XD are the ones that came to mind.

I think one of my favorite things now is reexamining Reunion with all this extra context in mind. The first time I watched that cinematic I, of course, fell in love with these two outlaws because how could I not? But while subsequent rewatches revealed a lot of things I didn't pay enough attention to the first time around, the book has done even more than I could imagine possible for a short that was already as shippy as could be xD

Ooookay so, shippy ramblings about Reunion, coming up! (simply because I have to put these down SOMEWHERE XD and your ask was a good idea for that, anon!)

First off, Jesse very much staged the whole rodeo in Reunion. He sent the tip to Ashe, he wanted Echo's crate specifically. He thought they could work together, basically, despite knowing it was entirely possible that those hopes wouldn't pay off. This train, according to the wikia, was a government train, so Jesse is very much telling Ashe to give a finger to the government for all he cares, all he wants is one (1) crate.

Ergo, Jesse, for all his "nice guy bountyhunter" deal, doesn't disapprove of Deadlock's actions. If anything, he counts on them to be exactly what he needs in order to get what he wants. He practically trusts Ashe to pull off the train heist disaster perfectly and only steps up when it's time to collect Echo.

Then the wacky shoot-out happens, it's veeeery charged (the UST is so thick, I swear...), and Jesse wins. He ties up Ashe, floats her off on the payload with the rest of the gang, and he sets Echo free. He's helping her out very nicely and everything, but the context in question is... he received the recall notification thingy XD Winston called him back to Overwatch, and Jesse...

... Jesse doesn't want to go back.

Jesse says "they want me", and the displeased tone of his voice, paired with the look on his face when he says that line, speak for themselves.

That, in my humble opinion, isn't the sequence of expressions you'd expect from someone who intends to return to the group where he thrived, had the time of his life and found his true calling. To me, he actually looks irritated about the recall (the sequence of expressions during that line is much better when you watch the full thing x'D), as though he REALLY doesn't want to return. He's not against Overwatch, I'm not quite saying that, otherwise he wouldn't have set Echo free and told her to go back at all... but this isn't remorse. It's not "Oh, I'm not good enough for Overwatch anymore". Nope... this is "My time with them is over and I don't plan on going back unless I have no choice", as far as I can tell.

If OW2 does bring him back into the fold and he's a perfectly chill and happy guy about it, I'll seriously be surprised. I mean, he could have set Echo free and, once his business is over, returned to Overwatch with her, he could have been in the Paris cinematic if he'd done that...

But he's not there.

Which outright says he didn't do that :> oops.

Basically, I think Jesse's reaction in Retribution (where he's markedly the most morally correct one of the bunch, and he's the former outlaw :'D) tells you his displeasure with Overwatch ran very, very deep. And someone can very easily say he felt the same way about Deadlock and that's why he left them for Overwatch... but that's conjecture. His displeasure with Blackwatch (and, in consequence, Overwatch), however, is FACT. And the previous conjecture falls flat pretty quickly considering he's perfectly fine with Ashe's train heist, even sets it up himself, from what the story suggests, so... how ~appalled~ was he over her choices and actions? Not appalled at all, if you ask me, and after you read Deadlock Rebels, you actually understand why: Jesse trusts Ashe.

From the first moment she enters the same prison block he's in, he's drawn to her. He wants to impress her, he absolutely enjoys her company and making her laugh (just as much as she enjoyed laughing at his wacky stories), and he's plain thrilled that she comes back for him when she does. Ashe manages the gang with inexperience but she's always willing to improve, and you see Jesse sticking with her through thick and thin, supporting her at the best and worst times alike, always putting his faith on her and constantly watching out for her (he protected and shielded her from attacks with his own body sooooo many times *sobs*). Ashe starts out intending to keep most profits for herself, and Jesse doesn't care much at first... but then she starts to share profit equally between their team. She works on her own bike herself, her own ride, and she plans and solves problems as best she can, to a point of even going overboard with planning too much. She's wild, reckless and takes insane risks... and this guy loves every second of it. The matter of morality regarding the actions of a criminal gang is, of course, something to think about... but as far as the book goes, Ashe mainly targets her own family, their specific brand of bullshit, and in the process she ends up helping lots of people and even saving lives that might not have been saved otherwise. I'm not going to put my hand on the fire here and say Deadlock never ever did anything absolutely wrong to people who didn't deserve it... but for a criminal gang? They're honestly the most wholesome one the OW team could have come up with, if you ask me.

So where you see Jesse is very much antagonistic with Reaper/Reyes, where he loses his temper with the guy's choices, he doesn't ever do that with Ashe. Overwatch ARE supposed to be the good guys... so how weird that Jesse McCree, reformed outlaw, ends up so disappointed with these guys when he was actually thrilled with Ashe's managing of their gang, as far as we saw. So much so that, when it came down to it, Jesse McCree, 20 years later, still counts on Ashe to give him a hand (without her full awareness) with a little operation to help out an old friend of his. Also worth pointing out: he doesn't want to fight at all, while Ashe, of course, does. Deadlock for life, is what Jesse said... and he's not Deadlock anymore, hasn't been for who knows how long. Worse yet... his tattooed arm is gone. It's like all his ties to Deadlock have been severed.

And even so, he came to Ashe and hoped she wouldn't want a shootout with him. Even when he knows she might be beyond unforgiving because of the betrayal (he has seen directly how outraged she was about a certain someone betraying her in the book...), Jesse goes back anyway and hopes it won't come to this.

THE IMPLICATIONS, MAN!!!

Carrying on: Echo is surprised that Jesse shows no intentions of going back to Overwatch. She asks him what he's going to do... and what does Jesse say?

He puts his cowboy hat back on (the symbolism in this short, I swear...), and when she asks him what he's going to do, he tells her "I've got some business to attend to."

THE MUSIC PICKS UP.

AND THEN HE CLIMBS ON THE BIKE HE BUILT WITH ASHE.

YOU GET A DELIBERATE CLOSE-UP TO THE KEYCHAIN.

THEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO FOCUS ON THE PICTURE, TORN AND TAPED BACK TOGETHER, THAT ASHE CARRIES ON THIS BIKE, A BIKE WHICH, LET'S BE REAL, IS BASICALLY A MCASHE BABY CHOPPER/HOVERBIKE HYBRID, AND AS SHE PUTS IT LATER, IS...

HER

BIKE!!!

When Jesse says he has business to attend to, he could pick up any bike he wants (since it'd stand to reason that the other guys Ashe came in with would have bikes of their own). He could escape on horseback for all we know xD so there are lots of options... but no. He takes HERS. Right after saying he has "business to attend to".

Look, I could be wrong. I could be dead wrong. I can absolutely be digging around and going INSANE because nothing I ship EVER gets this much content.

But we literally get a guy saying he has "business" to take care of, and the cinematic focuses exclusively on elements that, even BEFORE Deadlock Rebels, all point towards Ashe?! You could easily say that taking her bike is just the final nail on the coffin, his last trolling idea to mess with his one true love... but that picture is right there. That picture, with them in their youth. The picture, btw, was bigger than just them: B.O.B.'s hand is there. The top of the picture is uneven, suggesting Ashe probably tore it to shreds in a fit of rage... and then specifically put together THEIR PART. And then she taped that to her bike's dashboard. Meaning, she carries the goddamn memory of Jesse with her EVERYWHERE SHE GOES. And she does it WILLINGLY.

Which, in turn, answers why Jesse expects MAYBE Ashe wouldn't go full-on hostile when they meet: this trolling cowboy knows exactly what he means to Ashe. He's not surprised when he sees that picture on the bike. He doesn't toss it away, which he could have, if he were saying "we are history now, forget it gurl" (and let's be honest, what a dick move that would have been @_@), he doesn't flinch after noticing and then goes "yeah, no, I'm picking another bike".

NOPE. The familiarity with which they talk, the way he hopes she'll just let him walk away, the fact that she DIDN'T change the keychain and bike in all those years and he's not even SURPRISED...

Jesse knows how much she loves him, point-blank. He's completely aware of it... and he's very much okay with it.

So much so... that I'm something of a 90% sure that the business he intends to deal with is ASHE HERSELF.

And no, I don't mean he's going to go on another shootout with her... I mean, evidently, that Jesse wants to come home. That he's tried the life of Overwatch, and he's decided to leave it behind. He's turned bountyhunter now, vigilante, pretty much... but he comes back to Ashe all the same. He's come back for the first time in who knows how long (going by Ashe's expressions and sarcasm with the "you promised you'd write" line, it miiiiiiight be they haven't seen each other since he got recruited into Blackwatch), and he expected a peaceful encounter, no less.

A good question to ask here is... what did Jesse hope would happen, if the encounter HAD been peaceful? He would've released Echo, sent her away to her business, and stayed behind anyway because he had business to deal with. Which business? :'D why... the business that would've been standing right in front of him.

There's no other, logical reason why this cinematic would put Ashe and McCree's picture into focus right when McCree says what he does to Echo. There's no other reasonable choice why McCree would turn his back on Overwatch quite so firmly. We know he had two important ties in his life: Overwatch and Deadlock. And Overwatch stole him away from Deadlock for a VERY long time. Well over half the time Deadlock has been in operations, as far as I can tell. He picked Overwatch over Deadlock once before... and now, it seems he's picking Deadlock over Overwatch instead :')

The follow-up short, Roadtrip, doesn't do anything to change my mind. The trolling jerk, Jesse McCree, hovers past Ashe's payload, where she's just... complaining, as she hovers xD going by what I know of the game and that map, the payload may just be en route to the gang's hideout, so that, I'd say, could explain why she hasn't climbed off it or escaped in any way (which she reasonably would have, if Jesse was trying to, I don't know, send her and her people to the authorities).

My point here is, however, that Jesse is headed the same way the payload is. If his destination is the same one, he'll beat it there for sure. Maybe, yes, he'll go away and drive well past the hideout... but maybe that's exactly where he intended to go.

Maybe, in the end, Reunion is about a man who's finally coming home :D

In addition, goes without saying, Ashe's rant about how everyone falls to pieces over Jesse showing his "stupid mug" (uh-huh, stupid, ANGELIC mug, we know what you really think, girl xD) ends with her saying she should have "put a bullet in him the minute he showed up".

Which begs the question of why didn't she.

Then, of course, she says she hates McCree when he drives past her while listening to some really ridiculous honky-tonky-sounding music x'D I cannot even help but imagine him deliberately picking that radio station or whatever it was just to annoy Ashe when he drove beside her, and so that she can get extra pissed when she retrieves her beloved bike, turns on the music and it's just more honky-tonky stuff x'D but anyway, the thing is she shouts after him, tells him that's her bike and says she hates him. B.O.B. wordlessly speaks for us McAshe shippers by giving Ashe the most "sure, Jan" side-eye in the history of side-eyes, and Ashe notices and is outraged enough to knock B.O.B.'s little hat right off his head again.

Again... this is renowned outlaw Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe, sitting on a payload, groaning about the guy she once very much had feelings for (and that doesn't even begin to cut it, if you ask me x'D) and for whom she tooooootally doesn't anymore, that picture on her bike doesn't MEAN that, OBVIOUSLYYYY!!, and so, she sits up, complains and doesn't do much of anything to get out of her current situation, right? :>

So, summing up my current understanding of EVERYTHING, thanks to Deadlock Rebels and my obsessive rewatches of Reunion + Roadtrip:

Jesse deliberately sought out Ashe so she would indirectly, unknowingly, help him set Echo free from the government's clutches.

Jesse hoped for a peaceful encounter despite knowing he might not get one.

Jesse has no intentions of returning to Overwatch but was willing to perform one final act of service for them by releasing Echo so she'd go give Winston and co. a hand.

Jesse is NOT surprised to see that Ashe: 1. Didn't change bikes at some point in the twenty years since they built it. 2. Didn't swap the ignition key for a button, the way she says she thought to do it in the novel until he gives her the keychain. 3. KEPT THE POETIC AF KEYCHAIN, despite resenting Jesse for his betrayal. 4. KEEPS A PICTURE OF THEM IN THEIR YOUNGER YEARS PASTED ON HER BIKE'S DASHBOARD.

Jesse claims he has business to deal with: he doesn't clarify said business verbally, but every shot after he says those words focuses on elements related to Ashe... and then, along with the novel's context, it's elements related to their BOND. Everything in that shot, EVERYTHING, is connected to the two of them. Elements that weren't shown before or during their shootout, and that are only introduced in that final moment when McCree is off to deal with his "business".

Ashe doesn't climb off the payload or stops it (which, going by how McCree simply pressed a button, and Ashe isn't immobilized in the least, she easily could have done it too if she had wanted to). Suggesting that, wherever the payload is heading, it isn't anywhere dangerous for Ashe and her crew, ergo, she is 100% sure McCree isn't trying to screw her over by turning her in to the authorities or so (or, at worst, she's completely confident that, even if he is going to do this, she'll be able to get out of it easily).

Jesse drives in the same direction the payload is headed. Another hint that suggests he might intend to head to the Deadlock hideout and that, whatever business he has left to deal with, it involves them.

If his intent ISN'T to go to the hideout... Jesse is still guaranteeing that Ashe will come after him by stealing her bike, the 18th birthday gift he gave her, and the picture she keeps of them. That he takes that very bike practically serves as painting a target on his back for her to hunt down, and he KNOWS IT.

In short: Jesse will have plenty of business with the Deadlock Gang in his future, and going by how pleased he seems to be when riding the bike, he's perfectly happy to handle that business on his terms, whenever he wants to handle it.

Extra tidbit: there's nothing in Deadlock Rebels about Jesse's smoking habit, something he definitely did pick up at some point while in the gang because, hahaha, he IS smoking in the picture Ashe keeps of him :> Which makes me wonder why, of all pictures Ashe chooses to keep on her bike's dashboard, she picks one where he's smoking.

Then, it makes me wonder about the fact that Jesse deliberately starts smoking when he's standing right in front of her (and then he winks at her!). He tosses that cigar after things get kind of dangerous for him because B.O.B. does something, and then... then he goes back to smoking.

RIGHT WHEN HE'S CLIMBING ON THE BIKE.

Like... seriously...

*unintelligible fangirl screaming*

I could be looking too deeply into this. I know I could be. Maybe Blizzard just wants me to go CRAZY with little symbolism and hints charged with SO MUCH MEANING that maybe don't have as much meaning as I thought it did...

... But man, I've sailed into the depths of the shippiest oceans for many ships that have gotten actual breadcrumbs from canon. I've gone wild over ships that have zero opportunity to become a thing in canon continuity. I've written a nearly 3M words story based on a ship that is just UNEXPLORED AMAZING POTENTIAL and ngl, I love exploring it myself, so I don't even begrudge canon that much for not giving it to me anymore.

But the fact is, no ship in OW, as far as I've seen, has remotely as much content, hints and strong ties as McAshe does -- at least, no ships between heroes. We had a cinematic that was CHARGED with significance, with little gestures, with even the smallest facial expressions that carried soooo much more meaning than whole episodes or even seasons in TV shows. And then? We got a novel. A full novel depicting their origins and exploring their dynamics, how tight their friendship was, and how some strong feelings were certainly brewing there, even if neither one was ready to act on them yet (as far as we saw...).

Finally... I'll say I did start working on a Sokkla Western AU ages ago because the idea I had for one was pretty amusing. Then Reunion dropped, and I said "Why would I need to finish that story anymore when the Sokkla Western AU is RIGHT HERE?!"

And that's it, I will stop rambling now because this got insanely long x'D but thank you very very much for giving me this chance to go WILD on everything I can see, within all those canon hints, with these two *-*

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

The Boys With a Medic S/O

Does anyone know why I say “ish” or is it just something I started throwing in and have never explained so people are confused?

This one got a little long with all the characters, so everyone else is under the cut!

Also, so sorry if the quality of the piece gets worse as it goes on, I’m writing the second half of this at two am. <’D

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Akande

Whether or not you’re a medic doesn’t really change your relationship at all

The same soft, casual, romantic ish regardless

Though, being a medic, you’re probably an early riser to get to work

Akande, who’s always an early riser, spends the morning with you eating, getting ready and all that, then walks you to the med bay if he doesn’t have his own business to attend to at the time

Always pops in the med bay to chat for a bit if neither of you are busy

Escorts you to the cafeteria or takes you out to lunch since the two of you have the same break

Packs your lunch on the occasion of you being super busy to make sure you still actually have food and don’t just work through the lunch hour

Makes sure you don’t overwork yourself or get yourself stressed out; being a medic can’t be an easy job

You’re his go-to medic

Baptiste

Working together!!

That type of couple that works together like a well-oiled machine

Either of you need an item? The other’s already handing it to you

You have a question? You don’t even need to finish the phrase before you have your answer

Need someone to help you with something? Jean’s already being called for you

Working in the same space? You work and move together like, well, a well-oiled machine

Ultimate medic power couple

Teasing and chatting and smooching when things aren’t busy

One of you always has a lunch packed for the both of you

Taking care of each other to make sure neither of you gets overworked

Jean jokes and teases a lot about needing a doctor

A love doctor

Jean, stop, you nerd

Genji Shimada

Just because he’s a cyborg doesn’t mean he’s not going to pretend he has injuries just to come see you

“Genji, I’m not even that type of medic; I literally couldn’t help you even if you were injured.”

“... But you can kiss my scraped elbow better.”

“Your elbow is metal; a scrape would not hurt you.”

You say as you grab his arm to kiss his elbow anyway

Unfortunately, with his traveling and your line of work, you don’t get to see other very often

However, you still keep contact with heartwarming letters and the occasional pressed flower

Genji often sends you little knickknacks and other items that he thinks you’d like during his travels

They often hint to where he’s at, as kind of a game between the two of you

More than once, he’s brought a broken soul to you for help and a bit of fixing up

A kind, strong-willed soul yourself, you take these challenges in stride

When he gets home from traveling and you’re still at work, he’ll meet you outside the compound to reunite and perhaps to go on a date before heading home

Not being together as often makes the reuniting and the time you do spend together that much sweeter

Hanzo Shimada

Whether or not you’re a medic means very little in the relationship

The biggest thing is that he’s hella respectful of your workplace

To the point where, if you wanted a kiss, you’d probably have to convince him that “Hanzo, it’s fine, I’m on break, no one c a r e s”

“Hanzo, you are allowed to come into the med bay, it’s a public area”

“Hanzo, you literally came to pick me after work. There’s no one here, you’re allowed to hold my hand.”

At least he’s respectful, though

Trusts you over other medics and straight up requests you

He could be bleeding out and be like you guys can take care of me for now but as soon as they’re available I want my s/o

He’s That Bitch

Once he got injured pretty badly on the field and while he was high on pain meds dude was the most affectionate and touchiest he’s ever been in his lifetime

Despite the situation that got him there, it was the best and funniest event to happen in your workplace and you never let him forget it

Junkrat

Poor you

But also great for him

You get visits or calls from him several times a day

Dude gets into trouble constantly and you bet your ass he tries to take advantage of this and you being a medic to get your attention

Even for the littlest things

“Jamie, that’s a paper cut. You do not need full medical attention.”

Even for things that are not in your profession

“Jamie, I can’t make you a leg; that’s not my profession.“

Of course, if you’re having a rough day or show your irritation towards his antics ever, he apologizes and tones it down

Tells you that he just wants to spend time with you as much as possible

Tries to cheer you up whenever you get overwhelmed or stressed from a busy day

You always take care of each other

He protects you and tries to make your days more lighthearted

You make sure he takes care of himself as much as the trashman is willing to, and bandage and smooch the smallest of scratches

Especially at home; it’s a whole fluffy, mushy thing

Roadie hates it when he’s around

Lucio

Thinks you being a medic is hella cool and respectable

At one point has probably had you show him some of the basics so he has that information in case something happens and you’re not around to help

Always tries to make the home space cozy and pleasant when you get home because he knows working in a med bay, with injured and sick people a lot of the time, can be taxing

The softest and sweetest of boys

But when is he not

When he has to leave for shows or tours, he always tidies up the house and stocks the fridge and whatnot so you don’t have to worry about that stuff while he’s gone, at least for a while

While on the road he always sends you clips from shows and videos of him singing to you, and sometimes just “miss you!” selfies

Speaking of that, he almost always pulls you into dancing around the house when you get home from work

Sings to you a lot too

McCree

Thinks being a medic is a great and hella respective profession

But will also totally take advantage of it to spend time with you

Usually, he doesn’t like to go to the med bay unless he absolutely has to

However, now

Comes in even with minor injuries

Frequent overall health checkups

Calls you or shows up when he’s been drinking a little to much or got into a scuffle with some douche

You can’t exactly complain; he’s taking better care of himself than he ever has in the past

All under the idea of just doing it to see you

Not to mention, being in a small, enclosed area with a pretty shirtless cowman who continuously compliments and flirts with you isn’t often an unwanted event

However, if you’re busy during his drop-by, he often tries to put the facade back up and leave again

The other medics have learned to hold him hostage until you’re free again, unless it’s something serious

Does his best to make sure life outside of work is lighthearted and comfortable as he can, though there’s still the occasional scuff

Tries to keep in tune with your emotions during and after work so he doesn’t overstep and make life worse for you

Reaper

Get that bread

Highly respects your profession

Never bothers you at work, which is probably a little disappointing on occasion during times where you’re free for lunch and your breaks line up

However, you can’t really be mad

You’re often the one going and checking up on him when you have free time

The man does a terrible job of taking care of himself, being self-loathing and also throwing himself into his criminal work almost 24/7

You bring him snacks and water and the like on breaks if you can track him down

Often goes to pick up dinner after work and then comes back to hang out and eat with him at the office while he works late

Rubbing his stiff shoulders and back and arms while he’s hunched over his desk doing paperwork

Or rubbing the pieces that haven’t smoked off his body, that is

He loves and appreciates you so hard, but lowkey feels bad that you feel like you have to take care of him alongside your other business

It takes some convincing, assurance, and maybe even a little scolding to get his brain off such thoughts

Giving him smooches and making sure he takes breaks

You’ve fallen asleep in his office only to wake up in your comfy bed at home more than once

Reinhardt

The perfect balance of respecting work boundaries and being a sweet, sappy man

The two of you share breakfast together before work, if you both have the time

Picks you up for lunch almost every day, and visits you when he’s not busy with his own business

If you’re busy, depending on the task you’re dealing with, he’ll either wait for you to be free or leave a message with another medic and drop by later

Always picks you up after work

If he’s gone on a trip for work, he leaves messages for you to read on your breaks and calls or video chats you during lunch

Always asks about your day and makes sure you’re doing well and taking care of yourself

Roadhog

Is overall indifferent to the situation

He finds it mildly pleasant that, should anything direly serious happen (as rare of an occurrence as that may be), he has someone trusted in the medical field he can do

Worries on occasion when you come home from a particularly taxing and/or gruesome day that looking like a tired wreck

Does his best to comfort and soothe you in his own quiet way

This mainly involves cuddling and massages and ordering good food

Then there’s the days you come home with fire in your eyes, overflowing with pride as you talk about your work

He knows he doesn’t have to be too worried when he sees you like that

Soldier 76

Finds your work very honorable and respects it a lot

Probably told you this when the two of you first met and that’s what caught your attention

Thinks much more highly of you than himself

He probably catches you in the hall during work or pops in when he sees you free through the med bay window, but otherwise doesn’t often bother you during work

Occasionally takes you to lunch or walks with you to the cafeteria if he’s too busy to eat lunch that day

The two of you kind of take turns taking care of each other

Helping each other through everyday stresses and making sure you’re both treating yourselves healthily

He makes sure you’re eating and staying hydrated and you make sure he actually goes home instead of working through the entire night

The occasional smooch or handhold

Zenyatta

Similar with Genji, Zenyatta’s travels and your busy schedule make spending time together difficult on occasion

His permanent home is a sanctuary, so you’re often not alone with him either way

Not that you mind; you love to help take care of people there

Plus there’s various pleasant, relaxing things to do there, such as meditate or tending to the gardens or simply chatting with the visiting people and sharing a bite

Regardless of how frequently the two of you are physically together, you keep in touch

A constant stream of letters and when he has the time and service, Zenyatta often calls to check up on you

Tries to always call in the morning, on your lunch, and at night but different time zones and both of your works being pretty fluid, that’s not always possible

If you want some time truly alone together, your place is the spot to go

Lots of cuddling, smooching, and catching up

He always brings one or two small gifts for you when he gets home from a trip

If he gets home during the day, he’ll either catch you during your lunch or go to your home and tidy up while your away, then surprise you by waiting on your doorstep when you get there at night

[aliofvalhalla]

Please Don’t Fall

For the prompts: "I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind” and, “I told you not to fall in love with me" 

Genji’s kiss was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. It was searing, it was sweet, and it was ecstasy. That’s how it felt every time, without fail. Every night that he’d crept into your quarters, every time one of you had stolen the other away from a walk through a watchpoint corridor, every time you’d overslept in the same bed and foregone training only to be yelled into submission minutes later by Reyes. Your time in Blackwatch was better than you’d ever expected it to be when you joined as an angry adolescent. It was better because of him. Genji gave you something to look forward to; something to fight for. Someone to fight for.

If only you’d told him that weeks ago, months even. If only he’d known how madly in love you’d already fallen with him. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently. Maybe now you wouldn’t feel so conflicted as you lay on your side, elbow on the pillow, hand propping up your head, watching him sleep.

The two of you had never intended for this arrangement to be anything more than ‘a bit of fun’. The both of you were fine with that; neither one thinking they were ready or deserving of a ‘normal’ or serious relationship. No feelings. Easy. Right?

Wrong.

In hindsight, it was inevitable really. Did you seriously believe you’d never feel anything for him? How could you not? He was everything to you. Every day was spent with him; laughing, joking, training, eating, watching TV. You would never have survived 5 minutes in Blackwatch without him and you most certainly wouldn’t have survived that time in Mexico when he sliced off the head of your would-be assassin. Reinhardt always called you ‘peas in a pod’ and if either of you was seen around base without the other, there would be instant assumptions. Where was the other? Was something wrong? And if you were being honest, you without Genji did seem wrong. It felt wrong.

Now, the organization was under strain…Blackwatch especially. After the mission in Rialto, nothing was certain anymore. No-one knew what was going to become of all of this. You hadn’t voiced it, not even to Genji, but you were scared…what would you do if there was no Blackwatch? No Overwatch? What would happen to you and him?

You sighed and fought back tears as the thoughts rushing through your head made it spin and ache. You watched the slow rise and fall of his chest, before your eyes trailed upwards to his face; peaceful and relaxed. You smiled at that. His handsome features, scars and all, always looked best when he was truly relaxed. You savoured the moment and mentally stored away the image of Genji; free from his helm, free from worries, free from the weight of the world you knew he felt. Your eyes closed briefly as you sighed again, but shortly re-opened as Genji mumbled, “Creep.”

Your brow furrowed, “Excuse me?”

He chuckled and with ninja speed and precision, threw his arm around your waist and pulled you on top of him. You laid there chest to chest, smiling at each other before he kissed your lips softly and whispered against them, “You were watching me sleep…creep.”

You giggled and the heat of your breath against his face filled him with a warmth that extended the length of his entire body; both flesh and metal. He grinned wide as the sound of your laugh faded into your own grin. Another moment of silence as you gazed into his eyes before your smile faded and eyes dropped to a close. Genji looked confused then, “Is there something wrong?”

You gathered what emotional strength you could and lifted your head to softly smile at him, though he could tell it was forced, “No, all good.”

You took your eyes away from his face in favour of looking at literally anything else as you climbed off of him and off the bed. Unbeknownst to you, he watched every move you made. You sauntered to the bathroom, stating without turning, “I just need a shower.”

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When you’d returned to your room that morning, Genji had already left. For a few minutes, you stood in the white towel, water from your hair dripping onto the floor every now and then as you stared sadly at the crumpled sheets he’d left behind. Then, just as fast as you’d gotten into your stupor, the bustling of fellow agents outside broke you out of it. You checked the time and hurried to get ready for running the track with Reyes.

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10:00pm, you stood at the one-way window of one of the higher floor viewing areas of the gym. You saw McCree getting in some late night close combat practice against a (literally) beaten up punching bag. You weren’t sure if he was here of his own volition, or if he’d done something to piss Reyes off again, but either way, you weren’t really that interested. Truthfully, you saw him, but you weren’t really watching him…your mind was elsewhere…where it always was…on Genji. A part of you knew that you’d come here in the hopes of catching him during one of his late-night sessions, but he wasn’t here. In fact, after this morning, you hadn’t seen him all day.

Just as that thought crossed your mind, a voice made its way to your ears as two arms wound their way around your waist, making you jump slightly, “Are you being a creep again?”

You turned in his hold, serious expression on your face and arms still folded across your chest, “You’re the one creeping up on people. You scared me.” You chided sternly.

Genji arms left you then and came up in front of him defensively as he took a step back. You looked at his face to see a glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips, “Whoa, calm down, princess.”

He knew you hated that, “Don’t call me princess.”

You turned back to see McCree still jabbing at the punching bag. You couldn’t see it, but Genji’s face had settled into a frustrated confusion, “What is up with you today?”

You sighed as you realised none of this was his fault. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t stop yourself falling for him…hard. You turned and dragged your hands down your face before dropping them to your sides. You didn’t know how to deal with this. Maybe just continue ignoring it…that was a great idea, huh? Best option you had, you thought. One more sigh, “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed about the whole Antonio situation and stuff. Don’t worry about it. I’m pretty tired, Genji. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You brushed passed him and were almost out of the door before he turned and caught your wrist, spinning you to face him, “I’m not stupid, Y/N. You’ve been acting strange for weeks and now you can barely even look at me? Don’t keep bullshitting me, Y/N.”

You just wanted to get away from him. You pulled your wrist from his grasp and didn’t realise just how loud your voice was about to come out as you locked eyes with him, “All I’ve been thinking about is you, Genji! All the time!”

He was frozen for a moment, expressionless, before he smirked and chuckled, “Then stop.”

You were sure he was joking, trying to lighten the mood, but there was something hidden behind the mischief in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place. Despite that you continued, “I can’t! I can’t stop thinking about you…about us!”

His face was serious now, an unusual sight when it was just the two of you, “Us?” he almost whispered.

You gulped hard, “Yes, us. I…I don’t…Genji. Please, this thing we have…it’s more than just fun for me…at least now it is. I feel…”

He looked like a deer in headlights. The arm he had outstretched in a bid to touch you had lowered to his side, his eyes were wide and his lips slightly agape. He shifted in his position as his gaze dropped from yours and landed on the floor at your feet. He didn’t look up as he seemed to hesitate and you’re sure his head shook slightly before he cleared his throat, “Stop. We should stop then. Whatever this thing was is over, Y/N. I’m sorry. Stop thinking about me…stop.”

You stood stiff with shock as more tears joined the ones that had already began to fall down your face when he’d started speaking. Genji pushed by your right arm as he exited the room and you fell to knees then and there.

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You couldn’t sleep. You’d laid in bed thinking about the very person you weren’t supposed to think about anymore.

After your confrontation yesterday, you’d stayed awake most of the night and almost fell asleep during Commander Morrison’s meeting this morning. All day you’d seen hide nor hair of Genji. You’d seen very little of any of your friends either, come to think of it. The only one you had seen was Jesse and it’d only been in passing about two hours ago as he left Reyes’ office. He wore a weary smile as he saw you, then silently walked in the opposite direction, towards his room. You had then glanced into Reyes office window to see him with a piece of paper crumpled in one fist as his head lay in the other hand. He was always stressed these days. You wondered whether you should knock and see if he was okay but decided you didn’t have the energy to really comfort anyone. So, you walked the rest of the way to your room and lay there on your bed. Alone.

The silence grew loud and the more you struggled to suppress the thoughts of Genji Shimada, the more your mind teased you with memories and moments of laugher and happiness. It was too much. You needed to clear your head. You looked at the clock which read 01:54am. You yawned, got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom to splash your face with cold water.

You relinquished getting dressed in favour of leaving your room in your pyjamas. You didn’t really know where you were going, but you just needed to go. Somewhere.

You walked around the corridors, encountering no other living being. It was kind of eerie at night here; the faint sound of the waves crashing against cliffs outside and a barely audible whistle through a crack in one of the atrium windows from the breeze outside. The light grey colours, darker and life seemingly gone from the place.

You rounded a corner to be met by a figure exiting their own room. You figured it was just someone else who couldn’t sleep…until you noticed the bags they had with them. Were they abandoning Overwatch? You slid back around the shadowy corner and curiously watched with your head peeked around, hoping they wouldn’t notice you. The figure picked up their bags and seemed to take a deep sigh as they took one final look at their room’s door and put on a…a cowboy hat? Jesse? You quickly retraced your route in your head and concluded that, yeah, that was Jesse’s room.

He started towards the exit at the opposite end of the corridor, bags in hand. You followed him as quietly as possible. When you were both outside, you ran to catch up with him, “Jesse?”

He turned, shocked. When he saw it was you a wash of something akin to sympathy ran over his face, “Shhh, not so loud, eh?”

You apologized and lowered your voice as you made your way to be directly in front of him, “Where are you going?”

He sighed and rubbed his free hand down his face, “I’m leavin’.”

“What?” You whisper yelled.

“I told Reyes earlier. He said I should do what I think’s best. I think this is it.” He briefly looked down at his belongings, then back to you. Your face was sad and disbelieving. He felt guilty, “He knows this is not gonna end well…I think you do too. I don’t wanna be around when it all goes south.”

You stuttered trying to find the words, “B-but, you can’t just…Jesse, you can’t just up and leave. How could Reyes allow you to…what about the rest of us?”

He dropped his bags and gently took hold of the tops of your arms, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry to leave y’all, especially with the ninja going…” He stopped, clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“What? ‘Especially with the ninja’ what?”

“Darlin’, it’s not my place. I can’t. I promised I wouldn’t…”

You interrupted with a tone he hadn’t heard from you before. Stern, desperate, “McCree, you’d better tell me what you were gonna say about Genji before I go and wake up the whole base...including Morrison. I’m sure he’d have something to say about your little plan.”

He shook his head again and looked at the ground beneath him as his arms fell back to his sides. He then shot his gaze skyward and then to you, defeated, “Genji’s leavin’ too, darlin’.”

You looked at him incredulously, “What? With you? Where is he then?”

He looked around skittishly for a moment and then quickly uttered, “Not with me, but tonight…I think. He’s travelling to Nepal.”

Your eyebrow raised quizzically, “Nepal?”

“Yeah, he’s lookin’ for some monk or somethin’. Reckons he can help him heal and control his anger.” The look of sympathy returned, “As far as I know, he could already be gone.”

Sparing no more time, you raced back towards the base, only faintly catching Jesse calling your name alongside the word ‘sorry’.

You rushed through the corridors intent on only one destination…his room. You were past caring about being quiet or waking people up, you needed to see that he wasn’t gone…not yet. You ran for what seemed like hours, but in reality, was roughly two minutes, until you skidded to a halt in front of Genji’s door. You knocked desperately. Nothing.

Another knock. More silence.

“Genji, open the door!”

Nothing.

You growled through your gritted teeth, “Athena?”

“Yes, Agent Y/L/N?”

“Can you tell me if Agent Shimada is inside of his room, please?”

You were growing antsy and had begun to pace without your knowledge, “Agent Shimada left his quarters at precisely 2:11am.”

You checked the time on your wrist device. 2:32am. Without thanking Athena, or even giving the A.I. a second thought, you rushed out of the base through the closest exit and made your way to Genji’s room window. Sure enough, it was open. From there you looked around desperately but saw nothing. You ran in the direction of town, panicked, gasping for breath. Still in your pyjamas, the cold chill of the breeze was warded off by the heat your body was generating from working so hard to find a stealthy ninja.

You got to the road that led out of the base. On one side it was umbrella’d by trees and framed with flora, on the other was a cliff drop overlooking the sea. Losing hope, tears began to sting your face as the wind hit them. You slowly walked towards the cliff edge and looked out over the sea, your tears now becoming one with the salty waves of water that crashed below you. You sat; legs dangling helpless over the rocky edge. Usually, this would probably have been exhilarating, but right now, you felt numb.

You let him get away. You let the only person you’d ever loved walk straight out of your life. Maybe that was for the best, you thought, he never loved you back…maybe it was easier to never have to confront him again…never have to hear him say…

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up and to your left where the familiar voice had come from. There, a green travel bag beside his feet, stood Genji. He looked imposing from this angle, dauntingly breath-taking, but never frightening. Your breath shuddered, and the single word shook through your streams of tears, “G-Gen-ji?”

He held out his arm towards you, opening his palm in invitation, “What are doing? Come away from the edge.”

You then realised that he probably thought you were planning to jump. You stood up carefully and turned to him, but as you did, a rock came loose under your foot and your eyes squeezed shut.

You were sure you’d hit the water soon or lose consciousness or hit an outcrop in the cliff. None of that happened. But why did you feel like you were floating? You slowly opened your eyes and were face to face with Genji; noses almost touching, his eyes blown wide and frantic. You then realised he was talking and he was holding you bridal style, “Y/N? Say something.”

“I wasn’t going to jump,” Was the first thing that left your mouth.

He sighed, “Then what the Hell were you doing on the edge of a cliff at 3am?”

His tone was distressed and harsh. You winced at the sound of it, but then struggled against him to ask to be let down. He placed you on the ground, but stayed close, searching your face for answers, “I was looking for you and then…”

He cut you off with a whispered yell, “In the ocean?”

“No! I couldn’t sleep, so I went walking. Then I found McCree leaving and he told me you were probably already gone too and so I came to find you and I couldn’t…you weren’t…” Your tears took over as he pulled you into his chest. You looked up at his face to see him staring down at you, “I know you told me to s-stop thinking about you, but I…I can’t get you out of my mind. I love you.”

He stared at you for at least a minute before grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you at arm’s length. He shook his head lightly and his eyes danced over every feature on your face before he finally spoke, “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

You shook out of his grasp, “I know! I know, but I did and I’m sorry, but I just needed you to know.”

He pulled you back into his chest and you returned his embrace as he began to stroke your hair and softly shh you, “I don’t deserve you. You should be spending your days with someone far, far better than me, Y/N. That’s why I never told you how I really fe…” He stopped then started again, “Everyone can see you’re too good for me. I’ve seen the looks we get when we’re out in town or even hanging around base. I’m a monster, Y/N, look at me!”

So you did. You stepped back and looked over his entire being. From the shiny, black hair that poked above the helm at his head, to the piercing, beautiful eyes that stared into yours. From the join between flesh and machine at his chest, to the wires of silver, black and red. You smiled as you reached his feet and trailed back up to, once again, look into those eyes. You stepped closer, “I am looking at you, Genji, and I love every tiny detail I see.”

You rested a hand on his chest and looked up waiting for a reaction. He looked down at you, sweeping a stray hair behind you ear and moving to cup your face with his human hand. He closed his eyes and let his forehead touch yours. He whispered as a single tear fell from his eye onto your cheek, “You deserve someone else.”

You bring both of your hands up to cup his face and lift his head from its slumped position, “Genji, look at me, open your eyes.” He obeyed, taking a deep shuddering breath as he did so. You smiled sweetly as you both cried, “I don’t want anyone else.”

You pulled him towards you and he wept into the crook of your neck. After a few moments, he pulled back and cupped your face with both hands, just as you had done to him earlier, only this time, he pulled you in for a kiss. One of those searing, sweet, perfect kisses. Ecstasy. He pulled back, but not too far, just enough so that the tips of your noses were touching, “I love you so much.”

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It would take time, but Genji would grow to love himself just as much as you did…well, maybe not that much, but at least enough to let go of some of his demons. It’d be tough, but with the help of Zenyatta in Nepal, you would both heal.

Together.

[thefemalethatwrites]

Mercy’s Twin (Jesse McCree x Reader)

Request; No.

Prompt; You’re Angela’s Twin who’s got hots for a certain cowboy.

Relationship; Twin! Angela Zeigler/Mercy x Reader, Jesse McCree x Reader

Warning; Cursing? Violence, Death

Word Count; 1253

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(Y/N)'s POV

Being Mercy's younger twin is one thing, but being Mercy's twin and having a crush on a certain cowboy is another, I knew how much Angela despised the outlaw, but I couldn't bring myself to hate him, I don't what it is he does but I just couldn't be mean,

"(Y/N) focus" Angela said snapping her fingers in front of my face,

"Sorry what?" I asked,

"If your wanting to be a Support hero you'll have to pay attention. Instead of your mind drifting to that outlaw" she said,

"What?! How did you come up with that conclusion?" I asked, she raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on her hip,

"You had the look in your eyes" she said, I mimicked her actions

"You mean the look that you have when you’re with Soldier or thinking about him" I smirked as her eyes widened,

"I-"

"Case closed. See you later Ang" I say as I waved to her walking out of the infirmary.

"(Y/N), it seems like Soldier 76 has an assignment for you as he's wanting you to meet him in the meeting room" Athena said,

"I'm on my way" I say and made my way to the room, I entered and saw McCree, Pharah, Tracer, Winston, Mei and Reinhardt already here,

"Where's your sister?" 76 asked as I sat down, I shrugged"She should be on her way from the infirmary" I say and just on cue Angela walked in,

"Sorry for the wait" she apologised as she sat down,

"Now that you're all here. We've received intel that Talon are on the move and have big plans for Kings Row" he explained,

"Big plans? What they going to do? Blow up the Omnics?" I asked,

"You're close. They're planning on letting out a strong electrical pulse which will permanently shut down every Omnic within a five-mile radius" Winston explained, I nodded

"So, what's the plan?" McCree asked,

"Pharah, you and Angela will take your team to evacuate everyone from the battlefield zone, McCree, (Y/N), Tracer and Reinhardt, you'll be holding the forces of Talon while Mei and Winston shut down the 'bomb'" 76 explained,

"Wait who's going to support us?" I asked,

"You've been training, have you not?" He asked,

"Yes, but I'm not that educated for the field" I argued,

"You'll get experience from the field than you would getting trained" he said, I sighed and stood,

"Prepare yourselves. I'll meet you all at the aircrafts in 10" I say before walking out, to prepare myself.

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We arrived at Kings Row and it was too quiet for my liking, I was currently on a roof looking through my sniper scope at the surroundings,

"You see anything, (Y/N)" Tracer asked through the com,

"No, it's like the town's dead...Hang on" I say as I saw three figures on a balcony in the distance, I zoomed in and my eyes widened as Widowmaker, Reaper and Sombra were having a conversation, "Guys, Reaper, Widowmaker and Sombra are here" I say through the com,

"Why would they-?"

"You've got men coming in to you left and front" I say cutting McCree off before I began to take some down, the cover I was behind was shot at made me duck and curse, I peeped through my scope and saw Widowmaker aiming in my direction, "Widow's got me pinned. You're on your own for now" I informed the group before I began to shoot back at her.

McCree's POV

We had managed to hold off Talon long enough for the monkey and ice-lady to disable the bomb and join us, black smoke approached us, and Reaper appeared with Sombra at his side,

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Reaper asked,

"Shit! Guys I'm sorry" (Y/N) said through the com making me raise an eyebrow before I heard a thud behind us, I turned and saw her body lying on the ground,

"(Y/N)!" I yelled as I ran to her side, I held her in my arms and she gave me a small smile,

"I tried" she croaked,

"Don't talk. Mercy, (Y/N)'s down" I say,

"I'm on my way" she said, I got (Y/N) behind a car as the others fought against Talon,

"I've always loved you McCree" she said, my eyes widened

"Don't talk like that darlin', you're going to get through this" I encouraged,

"Has anyone ever told you you're a horrible liar?" She chuckled before having a coughing fit, I took her hand in mine as I held her close to my chest,

"Just hold on for a bit longer. Mercy's comin' she's going to help ya" I say, she sighed

"I'm not scared of death, Jesse" she whispered, it fell silent, her breathing had stopped making me hold her closer to my chest as I felt tears stream down my cheeks,

"Come back. I love you too, please (Y/N)" I sobbed, a glow appeared behind me and I turned to see Mercy with tears in her eyes,

"Let her go" she demanded, I did so

"Whatcha going to do?" I asked,

"Heroes never die!" She yelled as she placed her staff in (Y/N)'s chest, she gasped as her eyes shot open revealing them to have a red glow, 

“(Y/N)...no...not again" Mercy mumbled, (Y/N) let out a dark chuckle before evaporating into white smoke and disappeared from our view,

"McCree! We could really use some help!" Tracer yelled, I nodded and wiped my face as I poked my head up from the car I saw that Widow had been knocked down and disarmed as had Sombra, as (Y/N) stood in front of the team holding hers and Widows gun to Reaper's head, I came out of the cover and went up to the group,

"You can't kill someone twice, (Y/N)" Reaper said,

"But I know someone who can remove this 'gift' of yours" she said before knocking him out.

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(Y/N)'s POV

I sighed as I was sat in the infirmary since Angela wanted to run tests on me,

"You're looking well for a dead woman, darlin'" McCree said as he approached me, I rolled my eyes

"Minus the fact that I'm going to be surviving of souls for this existence" I say, he sat next to me and took my hand in his, I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "What are you-?"

"I love you too" he confessed cutting me off, I froze as he leaned down, his lips touched mine and my body reacted on its own, as my hands went behind his neck and into the bottom of his hair as I returned the kiss, his hands travelled to my hips and lifted me on to his lap so I was straddling him,

"(Y/N)! Are you alright?! Your heart is beating at a fast pace!" Angela yelled as she ran towards us and broke us up, she sighed and shook her head, "You're too stubborn" she said as she left us,

"You're just jealous that I've been acknowledge by my crush!" I yelled after her,

"Gå jävla själv! (Go fuck yourself!)" She yelled making me laugh,

"Jag har någon att göra det! (I've got someone to do it!)" I yelled back making her groan in annoyance, McCree turned my head back to him,

"Want to let me in on what you just said darlin'?" He asked, I shook my head smiling

"It's best if you didn't know" I say, he raised an eyebrow and chuckled before pulling me into another kiss.

[prettyfunkyunorganized]

Sugar Daddy McCree part 4

OMG! It’s me! I’m not dead! Just dead effing tired. Grad school y’all. It’s a bitch. But like a rewarding bitch. That takes up all your time. Like getting a new puppy! But I’m rambling . . .

Here’s the post you should have had 2 weeks ago. Sorry. I’m doing my best, I promise, but now that I’m done with everything, I can write more consistently again and I’m sooooo happy! I miss you guys and writing in general - well, non-study proposal writing. Literature reviews are death.

But here’s some cuteness from McCree’s POV. A bit over 1,700 words of it. Sorry I don’t have more, but I hope you enjoy!

McCree was basically head over heels for you after that first date. If it hadn’t been a completely insane thing to do, he might have just popped on down to the closest jewelry store to buy you a ring, but even he knew better than that. Unfortunately, McCree had been sent to work his corporate relations magic a few days after your date and now he was stuck in an airport, wishing he could be with you.

The PA system suddenly dinged causing McCree and the dozens of people all waiting alongside him to look up at the speakers. “Due to the current snowstorm, all flights have been postponed for another 2 hours. Thank you for your patience and understanding.”

A collective groan rang out and McCree huffed angrily. “Son of a god-damned, motherlovin’ -”

Someone next to McCree cleared their throat loudly. He glanced over and saw a pair of little girls sitting beside him. They both had wide eyes, staring at McCree expectantly, waiting for him to say a naughty word. The girls’ father was eyeing McCree with an aggravated look.

“My apologies,” McCree said, flushing and tipping his hat to the family, “seems my mouth got the better of me again.”

“Uh-huh,” the father said, shaking his head a bit.

“Mister,” asked the littlest girl.

“Yes, little lady?”

She giggled and grinned, “Are you a real cowboy?”

McCree smiled from ear to ear, “I don’t get to ride horseback as much as I’d like to anymore, but I can still rope n’ lope with the best of ‘em.”

Both the little girls let out a long ‘oooooh.’

“What’s a ‘lope,’” the older girl asked.

“It’s a kind of movement the horse makes,” McCree explained.

Before the children could ask anything more, their father spoke up. “Alright now girls, we’d better stop pestering the cowboy and see if we can find a hotel room for the night. I don’t think we’re getting on a plane tonight.”

“Aw,” both girls whined, hopping out of the chair. “Bye Mister Cowboy,” the littlest one said.

“Hope you get to ride a horse again soon,” the older one added.

McCree laughed, “Me too, little miss, me too.” He tipped his hat to them again and channeled his Woody the Cowboy impression for a, “Take care, partners.”

Both girls lit up and waved happily as their father ushered them away.

“What’s a man gotta do to get a family like that,” McCree chuckled to himself. “Can’t wait to have me a couple a’ girls to spoil the hell out of. “

With that thought, McCree’s mind instantly wandered to you. He glanced down at his phone and frowned at the clock. It was late where you were, but not ridiculously late. He could maybe chance a phone call.

But was that needy? To be calling you up in the middle of the night just to talk after only 1 date? But then again, this wasn’t technically a normal relationship. Maybe since he was your ‘sugar daddy’ he could call and have it not seem desperate.

Well, at least not too desperate.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing his things and wandering around the airport, looking for a quiet place to have a personal conversation. McCree tucked himself into a hallway next to the closing food court and made himself comfortable, his luggage acting as a backrest as he lounged on the wooden bench.

McCree sat there, waiting for you to pick up – hoping you would pick up – while simultaneously wondering what he was going to say to you. He was debating the pros and cons of making up a more legitimate excuse for calling you than ‘I’m lonely’ when you answered.

“Hello,” you said, sounding a bit groggy.

“Ah, damn,” McCree said, scrunching up his face in embarrassment, “I woke ya up, didn’t I? I’m sorry darlin,’ I’ll – ”

“No, no! I wasn’t asleep,” you explained hurriedly. “Well, maybe a little, but I was just snoozing on the couch, so no worries. Something up, McCree?”

“Nothing dramatic,” McCree drawled, smiling at the drowsy tone in your sweet voice, “just stuck in a snowstorm is all.”

“Ew,” you said passionately, “I’m not looking forward to winter here in the city. It makes me even more of a hermit.”

“Better to be snowed in at home than in an airport.”

“Ah, shit! You’re still at the airport? Can’t you go get a hotel room or something?”

“I could,” McCree shrugged, “but I fully intend to hop on the first flight out of here. I just wanna be back in my bed.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Jesse,” you cooed, “I know we haven’t been together long, but it sure seems like you’re on the road more often than not. That’s got to be hard.”

“It is,” he sighed, “but it’s a little easier now.”

“How so?”

“Well, cause I got the idea of coming back and seein’ you to keep me goin,’” McCree said with a sly grin.

“Ever the charmer, aren’t you,” you laughed, “Tell you what, when you get back to town, I’ll have you over for a proper home-cooked meal. How does that sound?”

McCree groaned almost erotically. “Oh babydoll, you have no idea how good that sounds. Its been ages since I had anything home-cooked.”

You giggled on the other end of the line and McCree smiled wistfully. He missed you. He’d give just about anything to have you snuggled up next to him right now.

“Darlin,’” he asked.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for answering. I was in desperate need of a pick-me-up.”

“Of course, McCree,” you said kindly, “that’s what I’m here for. Did you just want to chat in general, or did you have something on your mind?”

“Nothin’ in particular, beautiful, just saw a couple of cute as all hell kiddos and their Pops and got all sentimental,” McCree admitted.

You laughed loudly and when you spoke again you sounded just a tinge mischievous. “I bet kids love seeing you, don’t they? That hat and those boots and those spurs . . . “

“Are you makin’ fun of my style, beautiful?! I’m downright offended,” McCree teased.

“I’m not making fun of anything,” you replied, “not in the least! The first time I saw you I was delighted. And I still am.”

“That’s good to hear,” McCree chuckled, “’cause if you weren’t a fan of my get-up we probably wouldn’t last very long.”

“I adore your ‘get-up,’ Jesse and never think otherwise – right down to the stitching on your boots, not to mention the size of them . . .” you hinted.

“Oh honey,” McCree moaned as he felt himself getting stiff, “don’t you be doin’ that to me when I’m stuck in an airport.” He already wanted you so fucking badly, but hearing you say that you wanted him too? It was almost too much.

“Sorry, big guy,” you hummed, “I’ll make it up to you sometime soon.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, sweet cheeks.”

A tender silence fell between you, McCree trying to savor every moment he could. He didn’t want to go back to staring at the ceiling and hoping he could sleep.

“Can I ask you something a little odd,” he said, letting his daydreams go a little wild.

“Please do,” you replied, yawning a bit.

“You like kids?”

You hesitated a moment, surprising McCree, but eventually said, “Yeah, I like kids, but if I’m being totally honest, they intimidate me too.”

“Intimidate ya?”

“Well yeah! I was an only child without little cousins or anything, so kids always make me a little nervous. I never liked babysitting because I was so terrified I’d do something wrong and someone would get hurt or choke on something and die. I don’t know. Maybe ‘intimidate’ isn’t the right word, I think I just get really nervous because I’m inexperienced, but I’m a girl, so I’m supposed to be a natural at taking care of kids but I’m just . . . not.”

McCree frowned at the overwhelming uncertainty and shame in your voice. “Darlin,’ I think you’re being a little hard on yourself.”

“I – I know,” you said timidly, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a rough week for me.”

“Don’t apologize,” McCree said warmly, “anything I can do for you? I hate to hear such a lovely woman feelin’ so low.”

You giggled at him and sighed, “No, Jesse, I don’t think there’s anything you can do, but I appreciate the offer. And I’m glad you called – made me feel a little less lonely.”

“Anytime you need me, you call hon’.”

“You know I’m the one working for you, right,” you asked jokingly.

“What? Is a man not allowed to care about his employees,” he quipped right back.

“Touche,” you laughed. “By the way, why did you ask if I like kids? I thought you said you didn’t have much in the way of family.”

“Oh, you know,” he fumbled, “just curious. Just ‘cause I don’t have a family now doesn’t mean I don’t want one someday.”

“I, um, oh,” you said quietly.

“No pressure or nothin,’” McCree sputtered out, “the question just came to mind ‘cause I was thinking about how you’d – ”

“How I’d what,” you pressed tentatively.

McCree flushed, thankful no one was around to see him. “I was – uh – well I may have just been thinkin’ about how you seem like you’d be a real good mom is all.”

“Oh Jesse,” you all but whispered, “I . . . Th-thank you. That’s really sweet.”

“Darlin,’” McCree said gently, trying to change the subject, “you sound tired as all get out.”

“That’s probably because I am,” you mumbled.

“Then I better let you get some rest,” McCree insisted, “goodness knows I could talk to you for hours, but clearly you need some shut-eye, so you get to bed – ya hear?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll do the arduous work of leaving my blanket cocoon and walking to my bed if you insist,” you said with a dramatic flair.

“I absolutely do,” McCree chuckled.

“What about you,” you asked, “are you going to be ok all on your lonesome?”

“I’ll be just fine, lovely. A little chat with you has me feelin’ right as rain,” he said with a fond smile.

“Promise,” you said gravely.

McCree laughed, “Cross my heart.”

“If you say so.” You were yawning as you spoke, making it hard for McCree to understand you, but also making him grin.

“Goodnight, sweet cheeks.”

“Goodnight, Jesse. Hope you’ll be home soon.”

You hung up first and McCree sighed. “Home,” he murmured, “wouldn’t it be nice to have one of those someday.”

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For the writing prompt could you do #8 with a jealous McCree? It would make my day!! Also i love your work

Anonymous said: Haha i think i might have forgotten to mention my request for prompt 8 to be Mchanzo... Sorry for the confusion

It’s probably bad, but I was already planning for McHanzo, mostly because I don’t ship McCree with anybody else, sooo... no worries!

8. “Why are you so jealous?”

McCree stood by the bar,slowly tipping back a glass of champagne he couldn’t even taste. He wassupposed to be keeping an eye out for illegal arms dealing going on, but McCreecouldn’t focus on the mission. No, he was too busy glaring at his partner on theother side of the ballroom.

Hanzo looked fucking beautiful. His suit was tailor-made andfit him too damn well for it to be right,and he’d hardly stopped smiling since they arrived. McCree knew it was all anact, that the Hanzo he knew and loved would never smile so much, not naturally,but the people who kept approaching him were too stupid to realize that Hanzowas just playing a part.

Jesseknew Hanzo for who he really was, not thebastard trying to get lucky by chatting up the pretty Japanese man. McCree hadhalf a mind to stomp over there and break them up, but no. That might blowtheir cover. He didn’t want to risk it.

Winston had stressed thatif this mission went south, Talon could get their hands on some incrediblypowerful weapons, and the reformed Overwatch might not be able to handle it.All that stood in the way was Hanzo, McCree, and now this asshole leaning tooclose to Hanzo and smiling too nicely and—

Shit.

McCree downed anotherglass of champagne. He wasn’t supposed to be drinking, but that had neverstopped him before. He was too pissed to get drunk, anyway. He was pissed anddidn’t have any real reason to be pissed and that was pissing him off even more.

It didn’t help that Hanzohadn’t even looked at him. Not when Jessearrived, a little later as per agreement so nobody would think they weretogether. Not when a pretty woman asked Jesse to dance. And not when thisasshole took a seat and began his aggressive flirtations.

Setting aside the emptyglass, Jesse scanned the room for anything that might catch his eye. Nothinginvolving Talon. Everything involvingHanzo.

The asshole was too closeto the archer now, and McCree could see Hanzo’s discomfort from the other sideof the room. He kept glancing around, looking for a way out of the conversationand finding none. The man accosting him was either too drunk to notice or toodrunk to care, but McCree noticed. McCree cared.

His fist clenching, heturned away from the room entirely, choosing instead to stare at the severalempty champagne glasses he’d left on the table. He almost reached for another.Almost asked for something stronger. Anything to distract him from what wasgoing on with Hanzo and the jackass on the other side of the room.

Jesse wasn’t allowed toget involved. They had to be strangers.Strangers could talk though, right? He could go over and ask for a dance orsomething. Anything to get Hanzo away from a guy who looked like he wanted toreach out and—

He didn’t have to thinkabout it long before all hell broke loose, in typical mission fashion. Later,they would learn that there was a disagreement about the price of the weapons,that Talon tried to skimp the seller. Whatever the case, McCree was glad afight broke out before he had to go over and break some guy’s arm.

It was pretty cut and dryafter that. The two of them managed to take out the Talon operatives, acquirethe weapons, and return both to the proper authorities, operating under the lieof we just happened to be here, officer,I don’t know what this Overwatch thing you’re mentionin’ is. Hanzo saidvery little to Jesse, and at the time, the cowboy hadn’t thought much about it.Hanzo could be pretty quiet on missions, especially after he’d been forced toact so out of character all night. McCree wasn’t about to push him.

In public, of course. Oncethey were in their hotel room unwinding for the night, McCree expected achange. Hanzo always collapsed against him, exhausted and needing a recharge ofthe ol’ McCree batteries. Or if he still needed some space, he would at least give Jesse a kiss on the cheekbefore he disappeared for a few hours.

Tonight, though? Tonight,Hanzo blatantly ignored him. The moment the two of them entered their sharedroom, Hanzo took to himself, loosening his tie and pretending that McCree didn’texist. Jesse leaned against the doorway, trying to remember if he’d doneanything wrong lately, but he couldn’t think of a damn thing.

He could always wait untilHanzo was ready to tell him what was wrong, but fuck that. McCree had watchedsome other man ogle his archer all damn night, and he was gonna have some cuddles.He unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and approached the subjectgently.

“So what the fuck’re youso pissed about?” Yeah. Gentle. Way to go, cowboy.

Hanzo snorted but saidnothing.

“Did I actually do it? Ordo you just think I did it?”

Hanzo’s cool glare wasanswer enough. He’d done it, all right. He’d definitely done it, and he neededto be sorry real fast.

Hanzo was talking beforeMcCree could start thinking about an apology. “Are you insecure with ourrelationship?”

“What?” McCree asked,completely dumbfounded. He stepped closer to Hanzo, who only receded a steptoward the opposite wall. “Now what gave you an idea like that?”

Hanzo’s mouth tilted intoa wry sneer; any moment now, and he might be baring teeth, and then McCreewould have to pretend that didn’t turn him on as much as it definitely would. “Icould practically feel you seething fromthe other side of the room. Did you think I would not notice you staring thewhole time? You could have jeopardized our mission!”

“Yeah, and what about you?”McCree demanded, anger rising up in him again. He knew it wasn’t Hanzo he was angry at, but he couldn’tseem to stop himself from directing his ire at him. “Lettin’ that guy cozy on upto ya like that?”

“That is what upset you?” Hanzo raised an eyebrow, silently judginghim. McCree could feel it in hisstare. Genji used to do that kinda shit, too. Must be a ninja thing. “Why are you so jealous?”

“I ain’t jealous,” McCree replied, suddenlyfeeling like an idiot. So maybe he’d been a littlejealous. No big deal. Not now that he could gather Hanzo up in his arms andshower him with affection.

But Hanzo’s body languagewas closed off, tight and stiff and unwelcoming. His shoulders were rigid, hischin turned up in that way that seemed to reek of superiority but that McCreeknew was just an act. When Hanzo spoke again, his quiet voice sounded strangledwith suppressed anxiety, and the sound of it punched McCree in the gut.

“You are most certainlyjealous, Jesse. The only reason I can think is that you don’t feel stableenough in our relationship.”

“Now, hold on.” McCree advancedagain, hands stretched out to pull Hanzo to him. At first, Hanzo tried toresist, twisting and tugging to no avail. He was weak to McCree’s touch, andsoon he was swaying toward Jesse, longing to lean into his chest but having toomuch that still needed saying.

“Do you not trust me? Doyou think that I would cheat on you with some drunkard while you were in the same room?”

“That ain’t it, darlin’.Come here.” McCree cupped Hanzo’s face in his hands, thumbs rubbing smooth circlesagainst sharp cheekbones. “O’ course I trust you. I trust you with my life, andI trust you with my heart. You weren’t what was buggin’ me about the wholething.”

“Then what was it?” Hanzowas still trying his best to resist McCree’s touch. His best wasn’t very good.

“I… I couldn’t do anything. I had to just stand there andwatch while some asshole got up all nice and close with ya, and that just—I hated it. I hated seein’ how uncomfortableya were. I hated that I couldn’t just go over there and plant one on ya. Showthat guy that you’re spoken for.” Now that he was saying it aloud, Jesse wasdefinitely feeling like a damn idiot, but it still irked him.

He could still see thatguy’s face in his mind and wondered how far he’d gotten. Maybe kicking the man’sass would help? McCree could say that he was just a casualty during the mission.Yeah. Nobody would ever know the difference.

“You—” Hanzo huffed, whichsounded suspiciously like a laugh. “You are a ridiculous man. I am fully capable of defending my own honor.”

“Yeah, I know that! You’remore than capable, Han.” McCree shifted a bit. Hanzo hadn’t even startedscolding him yet, but he already felt like a damn child caught with his hand inthe cookie jar. “Doesn’t mean you should have to.”

The hard lines of Hanzo’sface softened in endearment, and he threaded his fingers into McCree’s hair topull his mouth closer. McCree went willingly, eager for the slow kiss Hanzo ledhim into. Hanzo’s touch was grounding, reassuring, and exactly what McCree hadbeen aching for all night. He parted his lips and let Hanzo delve deep, barelynoticing when Hanzo began to direct him toward the bed.

Before he knew it, McCreewas sitting on the bed with a lapful of archer, barely able to tell where he endedand Hanzo began. He would’ve been content to just stay there, enjoying the familiarpress and pull of Hanzo’s mouth, but his man had other plans. Hanzo pulled awayto press their foreheads together, breathless as he struggled to find the wordshe needed.

“Never forget that you are the one I have chosen, McCree. Icome home to you, not some inebriated man foolish enough to think I could be soeasily won over.” You are home, wasthe unstated message, but Jesse heard it loud and clear. Saw it in the wayHanzo’s eyes warmed the moment the cowboy gazed at him. Felt it in the wayHanzo gripped his shoulders, fingers pressing with a firmness that McCree welcomedgladly.

McCree felt a smile creepacross his face. Hanzo did have apoint; it’d been hell trying to get the prickly bastard to open up in thebeginning, but McCree had kept at it. He worked hard getting through thatprickly exterior, gradually building up a foundation of trust until Hanzoopened up to him.

And Jesse’s reward wassitting in his lap, looking at him so adoringly, it fucking hurt.

“I ain’t gonna promise Iwon’t get jealous again.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes butsmirked. “No, I would not expect you to. Perhaps next time, you will be able tointervene and defend me as you see fit.”

“And you ain’t gonna getpissy at me?”

Hanzo shrugged. “If youare being foolish, it is my duty toinform you.”

“Good enough for me, sugar,”McCree determined, laughing. He considered himself a lucky man that he couldpull Hanzo back in for another languid kiss and feel the content way Hanzo meltedagainst him, his sigh quiet and relaxing. Sure, he might not have been able toget involved earlier, but this? More than enough to put his heart at ease.

“Hey, how would you reactif you were jealous?”

“I would not get jealous.I would eliminate the problem before it became a threat.”

“Wha—Hanzo, you fuckin’ hypocrite.”

[saltyteru]

Taking Back My Love

| McCree |

You clenched your fists tightly, your nails digging into the heels of your palms, crescent moons indented into your skin as your eyebrows pulled together at the scene before you; Jesse McCree, the man you were deeply in love with, was cheating. Your heart ached painfully at the sight as he held the hand of a woman you didn’t know, a loving smile gracing his features when his eyes met hers — something you vividly remembered from your first dates.

Your eyes drifted toward the necklace that hung from your neck. It had been a birthday present from Jesse, along with the story of how much you meant to him and how you made him a better man — the words “I love you” toppling from his lips as his emotions overwhelmed him. Without hesitation, you spun the jewelry around your neck and unclasped it.

How dare he play you for a fool. His skillful words had trailed you along, pulling you into a false reality; maybe he had truly loved you at one point, but it was blatantly obvious it was no more. All those sweet and tender kisses now meant nothing. Everything you both together meant everything to you, but not an ounce to him.

“Bastard.” Your bottom lip trembled as you smudged away your tears as they began to fall.

With a deep breath, you walked up toward the couple, the necklace clutched in your hand, “Jesse!” You called out, his steps coming to a halt and his shoulders stiffened as he recognized your voice, his mouth running dry of all moisture.

The said male turned, shame written on his features, triggering your disgust. He waited. He waited for you to call him out, tell him how terrible of a person he was for doing this and how you never wanted to see him anymore. He waited for you to speak, say anything that would allow him to feel sympathy toward himself — but it never came.

“Goodbye, Jesse.” You breathed out, releasing the breath you were unconsciously holding, shoving the necklace into his chest before walking away, your head held high as you held back the tears.

You didn’t want to cry over him, no matter how much you loved him.

-

You made your way back to the Overwatch base, your peaceful night walk ruined. You dragged yourself toward your quarters, only pausing to open the door when a wave of anger and sorrow, a dangerous cocktail, crashed on top of you.

Everything you both had together, now gone — never to be the same.

You wept, letting everything out as you collapsed to the floor before your door, your head hanging and your hands pressed to the door, out in the open for anyone to witness.

“(Y/n)?” The familiar metallic voice filled your ears.

You turned your head to face him, not bothering to make yourself presentable, “Was it something I did wrong?” Your voice was barely a whisper as your shoulders shook with your cries.

The cyborg easily pieced it together, frustration building toward his best friend, but he pushed it aside, ignoring it to comfort you.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly, helping you off the ground to pull you into a much needed hug, one hand placed at your mid back and the other at the back of your head as your arms wrapped around his torso, letting you cry your heart out in his arms.

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Masterlist

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So, recently, every time I went to write, I would draw a major blank — as if I forgot how to write all together. It honestly stressed me out because I would have ideas that I’d love to write, but I never knew how to start or continue. Today was literally the first day in a couple weeks that I was able to even start writing.

Normally, I hate posting things that aren’t the best of the best (of what I can write), but I’m proud of myself for actually being able to have a piece. It’s obviously not the greatest thing, I’ve ever written, but after going through an intense writers block, I’m proud of what I have. It may take me a little while to get back into the swing of writing, so everything will most likely be shorter than usual, but I promise it’ll get better!!

Also this is based off my previous relationship that literally no one knew about OOF

[titan-wolfdog]

Overwatch shipping meme - my edition.

OTP(s)

Moicy: Troubled exes who still hold feelings for each other and love each other deeply, even if it takes two tequilas and five vodka shots and one piña colada for them to admit it.

MEKAMechanic: lil girlfriend goes boom, big girlfriend screams in worry and runs to catch her.

McAshe: They never confessed their feelings when they were in Deadlock, so now Ashe is a bit salty but damn her crush has only grown with the years, basically still act like when they were teens.

GOOD SHIPS(s)

Bunnyribbit: C’mon they’re each other’s fans and they act super sweet with each other, they will never stop complimenting the other, it’s cute as hell.

Anahardt: Same as Bunnyribbit but older, awwww

AnaReaper: Ex-lovers who feel guilty because they couldn’t save the other.

Widowtracer: Angsty as hell in-universe, she remembers Amelié, she doesn’t know Widowmaker is Amelié until the end of the short, and boy oh boy does it hurt to know what happened to Amelié.

SombTracer: Snarky flirty girlfriends who lowkey make out in alleys.

Symmbra: Techy girlfriends techy girlfriends TECHY GIRLFRIENDS.

ZarMei: Cold girfs with warm hearts, big brains and big muscles.

Symmrat: Everything must have its counterpart for it to reach balance, doesn’t it?

*Cardi B voice* I said I like it like that

B.O.Byatta: Big Omnic Boyfriend and his Small Omnic Bae

Brigitte x Fareeha: Extroverted futch + Introverted futch = absolute cuteness

Roadrat: I can see why some people ship them, it can be v sweet if u give it the chance c:

F IS FOR FRIENDS WHO DO STUFF TOGETHER

Time Mechanic (Brigitte and Tracer): Lesbians bonding on their love for adventures, futch styles and girls. Brigitte totally lifts Tracer and jokes around on the fact she’s 3 years younger, but would give her life to protect one of her closest friend and vice versa.

Bob and McCree: Chu said it himself, they’re on good terms.

Tracer and Winston: He saved her life and cares for her like a sister, she owes him her life and swore on always being there for him, what a beautiful friendship C’:

Genji and Tracer: Ya know, a cheerful british gal is exactly the friendship this angsty robot ninja needs to show him that life can still be good.

Orisa and Bastion: Robot besties!!!

Not my cup of tea but oh well, if it’s your thing

Spyderbyte: I can hardly see Amelié being able to form a romantic bond with anyone anymore, but I see why some ship it!

McHanzo: I don’t ship it at all, don’t even see how it could be like, but oh well, if it’s your thing c:

Doomfist/Reaper: I... guess I can see the connection but?? Oh well

Reaper76: It’s cute and all, not my thing personally but it’s like the only one apart from Spyderbyte I can see happening/happened even if I don’t ship it.

Me no likey

McReyes: Nah son, not my thing, I do like them as the teammates and father/son relationship but not in a romantic context.

Winston x Hammond: I, are you guys even kidding me, it’s a gorilla and a fucking hamster, are you guys even kiddi-

PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME

Reinhardt/Torbjorn: TORBJORN IS MARRIED, Y’ALL

Mercy76: She hates war more than anything, he’s a soldier stuck in the war, sorry, I don’t see it happening at all (at least from Mercy’s side). 

Doomfist x Lúcio: One wants to help people with music and to promote peace and justice, the other seeks to make people ‘‘evolve’’ through literally mudering a good part of mankind, are you fUCKING KIDDING ME DOES IT EVEN NEED EXPLANATION.

Tracer x any man: She’s a lesbian, Harold.

Moira x any man: SHE’S A WALKING SASSY FANCY BUTCH LESBIAN, HAROLD.

[the-noodle-king]

more Visor: 33)Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Reaper. 36)Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Tracer. 45)Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Reinhardt. 46)Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Roadhog. ((i'm so sorry)) AND cuz i'm self-indulging and would love to see two happy guys interactin 50)Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Lucio. BONUS: Do they have a CanonOW character crush?

33) Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Reaper. 

Reaper: What are you looking at?

Visor: (A little more high pitched than usual) Nothing at all!

Lore Note: Visor is literally the only character who doesn’t know that Reaper is Gabriel Reyes or that Soldier:76 is Jack Morrison. He’s the only one. The day they were both declared dead to the world he cried himself to sleep. He still gets teary when he looks at the poster of them he has over his bed. No one has the heart to tell him they’re both alive but one’s a literal demon and the other became a grouch, so they all just pretend. That scene in frozen where kristof says “I’m gonna tell him” and anna says “No you are not” is Sombra and Tracer every time he talks about them.

36) Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Tracer. 

Tracer: You alright mate? You look a little ill...

Visor: I, I, I- You! Tracer! Hrrn, fan, I’m- *gasp* Fan! I’m your- *wheeze* I’m your biggest- *Gasp* I’mSoSorryINeedToLeave NOW.

Or

Visor: I’m so sorry to bother you but... could you... sign something for me?

Tracer: Oh! I’d be happy to! *Humming* Do-do-do, there we are! Now let’s get to work!

Or

Tracer: Hey, Bayani, how’re you holding up? I know it can be scary, all this.

Visor: I’m not scared! ... Well, maybe a little nervous. But I’m good, I’ll be good. Thanks.

OR, map specific to King’s Row (not an interaction per se, but Tracer adjacent) 

Visor: Oh, my, gosh! I’m in Tracer’s home town, I can’t believe this is happening! I think I’m gonna pass out!

45) Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Reinhardt. 

Visor: Oh wow, Reinhardt Willhelm! It’s an honour to meet you sir. (whispering) You look even cooler than in you posters...

Reinhardt: Ahaha! The honour is mine, it is nice to meet a fellow warrior fighting for justice!

Or (this is the same as the tracer one, just either can answer it)

Visor: I’m so sorry to bother you but... could you... sign something for me?

Reinhardt: Of course! ... Er, perhaps we should wait until after the mission though?

Lore Note: Rein’s huge power armour hands do not look like they can hold pens very well. That’s the tea.

46) Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Roadhog. 

Roadhog: *Heavy Breathing*

Visor: WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???

Ahem. Sorry that just slipped out let me.... come up with a real interaction.... (seriously the first time you gave me hanzo and visor now this??? WHAT am I supposed to do)

Nope, i can’t do it. the canon is that, even non-canonically Visor and Roadie do NOT interact. Not verbally. Visor waves, Roadhog gives a long, silent, mask-covered stare, and then Visor sweats profusely while looking terrified and leaves. There’s your interaction.

50) Give us an in-game interaction between your character and Lucio. 

Visor: Woah, international superstar DJ Lúcio Correia dos Santos is here!?

Lucio: Keep it down man, I’m tryn’a keep a low profile!

Lore Note: I know, I know, the game isn’t canon, Lucio isn’t actually joining a bunch of vigilantes, mercenaries and his personal arch nemesis to shoot his and their clones in random yet critical locations around the globe. BUT, I still find it hilarious to completely ignore that and pretend that Frog-DJ Beyonce-with-a-gun is actually Doing That.

Bonus) Do they have a Canon OW character crush?

I’ve got a post floating around here somewhere, where in the tags I make mention of Visor having an aforementioned poster of young Jack and Gabe, and also the naughty dreams it has sparked therein, and for my boy’s dignity I shall not get into it. But first of all, Jack and Gabe, specifically as, Jack and Gabe.

Further, McCree and Lucio, in very different ways; he finds them both attractive in very different ways, but also like, he crushes on Lucio the same way one crushes on a Hemsworth, he’s pretty and famous, but that’s all there is too it. With McCree, he loves listening to him talk about his Blackwatch days, and when he found out he’s Trans too they really bonded over that, in a “wow one of my heroes is just like me” kinda way, so that’s more of a like, friend-crush, or mentor-crush even. it’s like crushing on your pretty teacher. In both cases he doesn’t think of them in “I want a relationship” terms or even “I’d tap that” terms, it’s all just infrequent daydreams and aesthetic appreciation.

Genji’s a snac and we all know it. Bisexual disaster Young Genji would have hit on Visor and he would have been putty in his hands we all know it. First time Genji took his mask o Visor got palpitations AND WE ALL KNOW IT.Now as for platonic girl-crushes, he’s a Sym boy, all the way. Queen stepped out of a teleporter one day and he was like “!? Damn now I KNOW I’m gay, and also that God is clearly real” He cried when he first saw her, and was compelled to give her all of the money in his wallet. She once stepped on his toes and he said he was sorry. One time he saved Sombra’s life and to repay the debt she set up a shopping trip where they could all hang out, and he and Sym are besties now. They have inside jokes and quote each other. Sombra hates it.

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Ok, I am so happy your open. If you feel inspired could you please write a continuation of mccree's story from your soul mate au genji/mute reader? I really want to hear the story behind his tattoo of "You damn asshole!" maybe he meets them after recall? when on the run? or even in blackwatch. :) Anything would be great, just trying to include some inspiring prompts :P

xD I honestly didn’t realize i’d left that one open as a side story but I’m kind of glad I did. I’d be happy to

Grumbling in irritation, Jesse kicked the rocks at his feet as he headed into Numbani, needing to get away from base for a bit. Right now the cowboy was tired and frustrated. Why couldn’t everyone just relax?

Things have just seemed a real mess around base really, with the arguing between Commander Morrison and Commander Reyes. They’re constant arguments and disagreements were starting to cause small rifts in the system that both Overwatch and Blackwatch had carefully crafted.

A system that had helped the two organizations, which were basically two sides of the same coin, work together as it should.

When it came down to business, people were afraid to speak to either of them. Morrison’s second in command, Ana Amari, has been taking as much weight off of Commander Morrison’s shoulders as possiblebut as a mother bearing many responsibilities in Overwatch, she could only handle so much. 

Jesse had just gotten back from a mission with Reyes, who was in a downright pissy mood. It had been a bust, and Jesse already knew what that meant for Reyes. Another excuse for Jack to fight with him.

It didn’t help that as McCree had gotten out of the helicopter, Commander Morrison had called Reyes to his office for a debriefing, using the coldest voice he’d ever heard. Reyes had snarled at Jesse to finish the last of the paperwork and stormed off. 

Now Jesse was left to go out to get a beer by himself, after finishing up the paperwork and growling to himself under his breath. Of course, he would have invited Genji but Genji had been quite busy as of late with his soulmate, who he miraculously found a few months ago.

Heading into the nearest bar, McCree glanced down at his arm where in fine italic letters it read, ‘You damn asshole!’. It even had the exclamation mark. Whatever it meant, Jesse figured that his first time meeting his soul mate would likely be a disaster of some sort. Figures, he thought to himself with a grunt.

Sitting down heavily at a stool at the counter, Jesse’s fingers brushed over the letters. Despite the impending trouble they implied, Jesse…hoped he’d find them soon. A soulmate meant the two were made for each other. They’re souls fit in a way that others didn’t, and it was a lifetime bond.

It meant a future full of love, and Jesse…wanted that. Despite his countless conquests, those were just men and women that Jesse had been attracted to. People who hadn’t found their soulmates and were up for a little naughty fun to pass the time. Jesse wondered what it’d be like to have more then that…

“Shut up, you little chicken shit,” he muttered to himself, and rubbed a hand down his face. “Its an obligation you don’t need, and besides…who the hell would be happy with you as a soulmate?” It was a thought he’d had since he was young, before he’d even been roped into Deadlocke.

What if he wasn’t a good soulmate? What if they realized he was too much trouble, that they couldn’t handle him? There were rare instances of soulmates growing to hate each other, and when that happened, sometimes the bond would become tainted with a loneliness that ate people from the insides out, until driven mad.

Shaking his head fiercely, Jesse took a deep breath. He needed to get his heard in the game, god damn it…. the place was full of pretty men and women and he needed to get his game on.

Spying the back of one person in particular passing by, he barely caught a glimpse of their face. And yet….

Turning halfway as they passed, McCree smirked and gave them a very firm, albeit sensual slap on the butt. Damn, he had a second or so to process, that ass if fine. Jesse was just turning around fully, opening his mouth to finish off the first move with a good pick up line when...

Bam. Something solid hit his groin and there was an intense jolt of pain as Jesse gasped, sliding from the stool to his knees on the floor. Whatever it was, it had hit hard and his poor jewels suffered heavily, as much as the rest did. 

“Holy cheese and crackers!” he gasped, his hands both holding his groin, partly in reaction to the pain and mostly in case another attack ensued.

“You damn asshole!!!” snarled what might have been the loveliest voice he’d ever heard in his life, and managed to glance up to see you standing there, looking outraged as you rubbed your hand. “How dare you touch me without my- wait, what did you say?”

Jesse struggled for a moment, as his mind was torn between the pain between his thighs, the yelling and how gorgeous your eyes were when lit with rage. It sounded terrible, but he was positive you were the most exquisite creature he’d ever had the honor of seeing. Even if you did just punch his groin.

“I....you..,” It was taking Jesse a lot longer then you to actually relay what just occurred through his mind and see what you were seeing. “I...um...cheese and...crackers..” The words had spilled out on impulse, though for once it hadn’t been curses he’d let loose.

There was a moment of silence as you glared down at him, where Jesse remained on his knees debating on why, suddenly, the fact that you’d just punched him was so incredibly hot.

“Damn it,” you muttered after a moment, brushing a hand through your hair. “Fuck. Serves me write for having a pervert for...”

Blinking slowly, it finally occurred. 

“You said...oh shit,” Jesse said, looking down at the words on his arm and then back at you. Glancing at both your arms, he saw the words wrapped finely around your wrist. “We’re...”

‘Holy cheese and crackers’....he couldn’t believe that destiny had forced that to be his first words to you. It’s like life was laughing at him. 

“Yes. Yes we are,” you said tightly, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes at him. “And let me tell you, your first impression is literally crap. How dare you, you filthy slime ball. What gives you the right to-”

“I’m sorry,” Jesse cut in, heat starting to climb into his cheeks a bit as he got to his feet. He’d been trying to find a one night stand to make himself feel better, to take his mind off his own self pity and the problems and loneliness plaguing him...and in turn, he’d really messed up his first encounter with you.

Putting your hands on your hips, it was clear you didn’t forgive him. “You should be ashamed of yourself. Do you think that-” you cut yourself off as his eyes dropped down to the floor.

The man before you....he had pretty brown eyes with flecks of gold. He was handsome, you’d give him that. But he also looked incredibly tired and... defeated. At the sight, a wave of sympathy rose through you...and you struggled to squelch it down. The bastard had... oh, damn that sad face.

As much as you wanted to scold him and skin him alive, you also really just wanted to give him a hug. This wasn’t what you were expecting today by coming to the bar. Like most people, you really didn’t expect to meet your soulmate at all....you had just wanted a drink while working on your university papers.

But now that you’d found him, despite his...mistake...you supposed that you could at least give him a chance to redeem himself. Surely there was something about him that the world had seen was right for you.

“....Don’t ever touch someone’s butt, or any other part of them, without permission ever again,” you said seriously, though your voice had softened a bit.

Glancing up at you, Jesse hesitated, before giving you one of those heart breaking smiles. You could see that you’d won yourself one of those men who often broke hearts and left swooning women in their wakes. 

“I really am sorry about that, darlin’. I know it isn’t right, but....” Jesse didn’t have a good excuse.

“You thought I was a prostitute,” you said calmly, and his face was all the confirmation you needed. “Don’t get upset. A lot of people come to a bar to either drink or sleep around. I get it. From your face, you look like you’re hiding from some issues,” you continued.

Jesse was left speechless, slowly sitting back on his barstool and honestly, neither of you noticed really as you joined him there at the counter. It was just so natural, so easy to sit there and speak. And even while angry at him, a certain part of you knew him....knew he was a good man. Even if you didn’t really know him.

“I kind of am, ya...,” Jesse admitted and then sighed. “Look...I already fucked up my first five seconds with you. I don’t expect you’ll want to be around me much, if at all. I can leave you alone, if that's what you want. I come with problems, and I wont let them weigh on you too.”

And perhaps it was hearing that that finally gave you your first real impression of the man, other then that he was touchy with his hands. He was the kind of man who kept his problems to himself to save other people from suffering with him. And that's all you needed to hear to make your decision.

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you said after a moment, holding out your hand to him.

There was a moment of Jesse looking between you and your hand. “I...I’m Jesse McCree,” he said after a moment, shaking your hand. “Pleasure to meet you, buttercup.”

Unable to help the small smile that rose to your lips when he called you buttercup, you ordered two whiskeys. “To second impressions,” you said, lifting your glass for a toast.

“To soulmates,” he said, his eyes boring into yours and he clinked his glass against yours.

And that was the beginning of a very interesting relationship.

[crimsonsalutations]

What don't you like about fandom hanzo? :o just asking because I'm really picky about it myself personally

oh anon youve asked the Wrong question bc i have A Lot of thoughts on my boy hanzo

BUT before i say anything i just want 2 say that Despite the fact that i bitch a lot abt characterization on this blog, i dont intend hate or disrespect @ anyone who portrays characters in the way i bitch about. fandom is about making yourself happy & if a characterization makes you happy then you should pursue it despite what my dumb bitch ass has to say about it. ok.

ive mentioned this a few times before but i 

A. love redemption arcs and 

B. dont like... victimization. whether its canon or not-- like a character whose whole thing revolves around them being a victim of everything in their life? eh. boring. like widowmaker: she was a happy ballerina... she got brainwashed... it’s like... now what. she was happy, now she’s a victim, there’s nothing cool in there to explore.

i dislike characterizations of hanzo where people try to explain away the fratricide with ‘he was abused by sojiro’ or ‘he was brainwashed by the clan of elders’ partially because of what i just said and partially because it just seems unlikely in canon bc

1.chu... a while ago, said genji was part of overwatch when he was human, which we took as a slip-up but i dont think(?) that he ever took that back. 

2.genji says something in retribution like ‘no matter what i do... i cannot escape my fate’ when mccree says they’ve become assassins, implying he’s tried to escape becoming an assassin.  

3. overwatch was conveniently close enough to genji & the shimadas that they could swoop in and save him before he actually died

4. genji wasnt murdered. he was brutalized. he has scars up and down his arms, he’s got burn scars on his face, and when hanzo was done with him he couldnt walk anymore. plus there’s a post somewhere on here that theorizes due to the nature of blackwatch genji’s prosthesis +  the blood spatter in hanamura, it seems that hanzo attacked him from behind

hanzo’s bio says

Upon the death of his father, the clan elders instructed Hanzo to straighten out his wayward younger brother so that he, too, might help rule the Shimada empire. When his brother refused, Hanzo was forced to kill him. This act broke Hanzo's heart and drove him to reject blah blah 

but genji’s death doesnt seem like some kind of duty driven, single-manly-tear-slipping-down-the-cheek, hold-him-in-your-arms-as-he-goes death. he was brutalized. hanzo was angry.

while hanzo’s bio talks about hanzo’s broken heart, genji’s bio says this

Hanzo demanded that Genji take a more active role in their late father's empire. Genji refused, enraging Hanzo. The tension between the brothers built to a violent confrontation that left Genji on the verge of dying. 

and i mean ok. im not here to judge hanzo or condemn him (personally i think ppl who try to assert their moral superiority over fictional characters are.. a little pathetic) & there’s a lot that goes into this, pressure from the elders, japanese culture, unhealthy environments. but hanzo had a choice.

all this stuff seems to imply to me that genji betrayed the shimadas for overwatch. maybe he caught on that he was in danger without sojiro around to protect him. maybe he just wanted out. i dont know. does it matter? 

but hanzo couldve spared him. couldve cast him out. couldve done a bunch of things, but he didnt. 

the fact is. that hanzo killed his brother. (brutalized his brother).

 and thats why i find him interesting. how do you deal with that?

like, okay. you’re standing there, and you’ve got your little brother’s blood on your hands. and you’re looking down at him (at his corpse) and the adrenaline high is leaving and it’s beginning to sink in that you’ve murdered your little brother. in cold blood. what do you do? what’s next?

i mean, you punch someone in the face and you feel bad about it, you go ‘oh shit im so sorry’ and you grab them an ice pack. but genji’s dead. there’s no one to apologize to. there’s no way to fix it. you’ve done a terrible thing. an evil thing. an abusive, awful, terrible thing. and you cant take it back. and there’s no one or nothing to blame it on: you did it and there’s nothing you can do to change that. 

what’s next? where do you go from there?

that’s what i find interesting about hanzo. because thats the thing about overwatch. anyone can be a hero. even if youve killed your brother. even if you’re the worst person on the planet. all you have to do is try.

and. in this context it makes more sense that hanzo rejects genji at first. the cycle he mustve been going down those ten years.

i killed my brother --> im a terrible person because ive killed my brother --> i killed my brother because im a terrible person

his whole concept of himself has devolved into this brother-killer who can never redeem himself, and then genji pops up one day like ‘hey whats up’ and this isnt just forcing hanzo to re-evaluate his relationship with genji, but also himself. it’s a bit self-centered, yeah, but he rejects genji in part because He Is A Brother Killer, that’s just how he sees himself. genji shows up and hanzo’s like, ‘you cant be alive because im a filthy bastard that killed my brother’

its obvious he still regrets it though. he says it was duty (i cant even get into that w/o more context abt what he means by ‘duty’ + the whole situation beyond vague descriptions in bios) and he also stopped using a sword after that. which is interesting either way. was that out of respect? did he just feel sick using one? idk. 

the whole idea of blaming what he did on abuse or brainwashing is just so meh :/ to me because i just dont like those kind of stories. partially because a lot of the time they just feel like the author is trying to garner sympathy for an unlikable character, and partially because oftentimes abuse is passed off as a motivation when it’s not. 

lots of people are abused. there is no one reaction or outcome of abuse. someone lashes out at their abuser and kills them, that’s because they were angry or scared, not because they were abused. the anger was created bc of the abuse but the anger is what led them to act, not the abuse. 

hearing about the abuse just makes me sad, and to be completely honest it doesnt make me sympathize with a character any more or less. it’s just like adding really bland cheese to a sandwich. i can tell the cheese is there, but i cant taste it and it doesnt really affect the sandwich. all it does is give me more to chew.

hanzo didnt kill genji because he was abused or brainwashed, or else all abused/brainwashed children would kill their siblings. hanzo killed genji because he was angry (maybe that anger as born of abuse. frankly i dont think it matters much). what i want to see less of with hanzo is ‘fucked up bastard kills his brother’ and less of ‘poor abused baby accidentally tripped and stabbed genji with his sword :(’ and more ‘confused man tries to figure out how to live with himself after realizing he is kind of an awful person’

plus i feel like hanzo is a very specific balance between a broken man and a complete jackass and no one seems to combine those 2 traits in a way that satisfies me

[segadores-y-soldados]

Have you already written essays on the idea of Reaper actually being a double-agent Gabe, who merely pretends to hate Overwatch to get into Talon, climb up its ladder, and learn more about what happened to Overwatch? If so, how do I find these essays, or could you link a few of them?

I was going to give you a long, organized reply but then I clicked the “close tab” button like a goddamn moron so now you get uh...this instead.Sorry.General Tags:Resoures and References: a tag I mainly use for my own means.  Has a lot of posts I’ll refer back to. My Essays: mainly used for essay postsChronological order of Reaper and Talon essays and posts:(under the cut)

1. a post about the “Reaper sightings” map in the then-new Necropolis map on the PTR.  Date: May 23, 2017.  Discusses canon locations Reaper had visited between Recall and “Reflections.”  Includes a small discussion Oasis, and why Reaper would go there (well before Moira was revealed).

2. “Talon: Clawing to the Top.”  Date: July 06, 2017.  Written after Doomfist was revealed (July 06, 2017) but before the “Masquerade” comic was released (July 16, 2017).  Is not totally correct (e.g. on the Volskaya part) but more discusses the changing world of Overwatch and why Doomfist is so focused on conflict as a source of growth.  First essay to discuss the implication that Reaper is working with Sombra to bring down Talon.

Reaper in particular has undergone a number of big story shifts.  What is interesting are the two potential hypotheses for this:

Reaper is working to undermine Talon to destroy it from the inside.Reaper is working to undermine Talon’s leadership to orchestrate a coup.Sombra’s goals seem to fall in-line with the latter moreso than the former, and I’m inclined to believe that Reaper - whether he’s being blackmailed or not - is also aiming for that.  But in order to orchestrate a coup from the inside, you have to be willing to push boundaries and shake things up.

3. a post about the significance of Reaper wearing the Red Death disguise at a literal masquerade, and how it compares to Edgar Allan Poe’s short story.  Date: July 16, 2017.

4. “Death Becomes You”.  Date: July 16, 2017.  Analyzed the “Masquerade” comic from the lens of “The Masque of the Red Death.”  Discussed how Doomfist and Reaper compare to the principal characters of the story - Prince Prospero and the Red Death.  Argues that the “main character” who is “masquerading” in Talon is Reaper.

Death leaves no one behind.Not even those who think themselves above him.Death hides himself among the masqueraders - And bides his time.

5. a post about the imagery of Necropolis, and how it appears to symbolize the relationships between Reaper, Soldier: 76, and Ana.  Date: August 01, 2017.  Taken with Number 1, Necropolis seems to hint that there is “more going on” between the three old soldiers, that it’s possible Soldier: 76 and Ana are either trying to help Reaper or are actively working with him, and that Sombra may act as a point of contact between them all.

6. “Devil in the Details.” Date: August 20, 2017.  An essay analyzing the map of active Overwatch investigations, and how one key location (Switzerland) is highly suspicious.  Also discusses if Gabriel and Jack are currently working together in the Recall area.

I’ve been saying for awhile that Reaper’s actions with regards to certain missions are highly suspicious and - to be perfectly honest - pretty damn embarrassing for a man who has done covert operations for like, 30 years.

Unless, of course

That’s exactly what Reaper wants Talon to think.

We are told Reaper “is hunting former Overwatch agents and systematically eliminating them,” but as a reminder - Reaper has failed to kill or even seriously injure any ex-Overwatch agent in any of his canon material appearances.  Soldier: 76, Ana Amari, Winston, and Tracer are all still alive and, honestly, perfectly healthy at the end of their different encounters - hell, Reaper almost goes out of his way to actively piss Winston off (twice) and “throw” the missions.  He claims to have killed Overwatch agents in Masquerade, but as a general reminder, never believe in those “off-screen deaths,” kids.

It’s an easy plot device to bring “old soldiers” back from the dead.

7. “Moira: A Fate Fulfilled.”  Date: November 05, 2017.  Compares a timeline of fan ideas (e.g. “Evil Mercy,” “Mercy failed to resurrect Reyes,” and “we need a Talon support character”) with Moira’s design, her backstory, and her abilities.  Discusses how Moira seemsto fill a “void” that was missing in the plot for a long time, as well as her research on Reaper.

Moira is probably the first character created almost entirely from fan feedback and fan ideas, with the developers’ twists, after all.

When Geoff Goodman says that she was created “completely from scratch,” what he most likely means is that the Overwatch development team had no concept of her at the time of the game’s release.  She did not come from a scrapped Titan hero.  She did not come from a developer’s concept.  She did not come from another hero’s background.

She likely came from fan reactions to three main things: the request for a “morally ambiguous healer,” a “different direction” from the original background plot, and a way to enhance the underlying sinister and darker elements of Oasis (if it was not created in tangent with her ideation).

8. “Everything You Want to Know About Reaper and Soldier: 76.” Date: November 09, 2017.  Reviews and analyzes the then-available information about Reaper and Soldier: 76, particularly in light of Jeff Kaplan’s lecture.  Discusses speculation on the Venice Mission before we fully knew what it would be.  Importantly, it also discusses how Jack Morrison was probably aware of Blackwatch missions, which was later confirmed by “Retribution”.

Jack Morrison, having also been trained in unconventional warfare and different types of special operations, likely would have understood the need for small, highly skilled, highly specialized teams to conducted clandestine and covert operations, intelligence and reconnaissance missions, and other special operations/unconventional warfare tactics.In my opinion, it does not make sense that Jack never knew what was going on with Gabriel’s biology, but rather probably worked with him to use it in a way Gabriel was comfortable with and knowledgeable about.  In other words:2. Gabriel and Jack’s commando backgrounds, along with their early Crisis and OW Strike Team experiences, likely led to the joint decision to form Blackwatch, Overwatch’s covert operations division.

It also discusses Gabriel’s motivations, well before “Retribution”:

“No one left behind” is incredibly interesting because it gives us a glimpse into Gabriel’s mindset - while his background and skills in covert operations may indicate a non-sentimental, calculating special operations leader, his actual dialogue in several places seems to indicate someone who cares a great deal about his teammates, allies, friends - And partners.

9. “Quick Reasons Not to Trust Moira in Retribution.” Date: April 11, 2018.  10. “Long Reasons Not to Trust Moira in Retribution.” Date: April 13, 2018.  Please.  Please read this.  Especially if you have questions at the end of “Quick Reasons.”  For the love of everything, I can guarantee you that if you have a question about Gabriel/Reaper and Moira, I have probably answered it in this essay.  If you ask me “Why would Moira want more funding from Talon if she works for Blackwatch?” I will literally just send you a link to this essay.  

If he is not faking his anger with Jack Morrison, he is furious that Jack and Overwatch let this happen to him, though we don’t know specifically what would cause such a radical shift in his motivations (Jack would have to do something that really upsets Gabriel to lose Gabriel’s loyalty).But Gabriel also probably has very little choice in cooperating with Moira in the present day.

And again - I don’t know if Reaper means this genuinely or sarcastically.  I don’t know what the specific details of his present-day working relationship with Moira are.  I don’t know if she is coercing him into working for Talon, if she is holding up his “cure” as his “reward” for cooperating with her, if he genuinely supports Talon, or if he’s actively using his effective immortality to bring Talon down. 

11. things I found interesting about the Blackwatch Venice memos. Date: April 24, 2018.  Basically summarizes “Long Reasons” but in a lot less detail.  Goes over the “declassified” memos about the Venice Mission.

Moira is implicated as being involved in Talon at the time of Retribution not only because of the Snipers’ abilities, but also because all four Talon minibosses are either stated to possess “genetic” engineering or modifications, or are implied to possess “enhanced” genetic modifications.People keep asking “Why would Moira betray Blackwatch?  They’re funding her.”The issue isn’t directly one of funding.

The issue is that Moira wants to do research on human test subjects without restrictions, safety, or “red tape.”

And Talon will let her do that without consequence.

12. An important detail people are missing.  Date: April 24, 2018.  Reviews both Retribution and “Devil in the Details” but with more current information.

So, even though McCree is angry and furious throughout the Venice mission, whatever he learns during Reyes’ debriefing is enough to convince him to stay in Overwatch for another 1-2 years.

More importantly, whatever Reyes tells Morrison, Amari, and Lacroix is not enough to convince anyone to kick him out of Overwatch.

It is not Reyes’ integrity nor his “trustworthiness” that’s on the line during his debriefing.

It is something else.

[im-no-jedi]

[leans in] Cayde and McCree

OH GOSH LOL

Cayde:

favorite thing about them - he’s such a complete goofball OMG. he’s one of the best Hunters who’s ever lived, but he’s just an absolute nut. he’s able to turn any serious or terrible situation into something humorous, and I appreciate that SO much ♥

least favorite thing about them - unfortunately, because he’s so goofy, he often doesn’t take things as seriously as he should sometimes. also, he’s completely reckless and doesn’t consider the consequences of his own actions, which is what led to his own death in Forsaken so!! :) 

favorite line - it’s REALLY hard to pick cause there are so many, but one of my favs is the one in the Six mission where he says, “hey you probably wanna hustle, I think they said something about ripping my beautiful horn off my face? my beautiful, beautiful horn? I don’t know, my Eliksni’s a little rusty.” XD

brOTP - I absolutely LOVE his relationship with Amanda. and we didn’t get to see much of it, but I really like his relationship with Petra too.

OTP - uhh me duh LOL :P

nOTP - the most popular ship for him is with Andel, and that is a big NO from me thanks. he literally refers to Andel as his brother, and I ain’t about that life sorry :)

random headcanon - his horn is... sensitive. and that’s all I’m gonna say ROFL

unpopular opinion - he’s completely straight. we’ve literally only ever seen him flirt with and show interest in women so idk where people got the idea that he was bi from LOL

song i associate with them - Space Cowboys by N*Sync of course LOL

favorite picture of them - 

McCree:

favorite thing about them - he has SUCH a big heart. he’s never thought of himself as a hero, but he VERY MUCH is. he’s just a really really good person lsdkfjgfgkfdj

least favorite thing about them - the fact that he can’t see all the good he has in him and all the good things that he’s done. love yourself, dang it! >:C

favorite line - “I watched a bunch of ol’ spaghetti westerns. I thought I did pretty good! Bone-a sera, signora, can I a-get you a-somethin to drink?” XD

brOTP - GENJIIIIIIIIIII X3

OTP - again, obviously me LOL

nOTP - do I even need to say it? I mean really... although honestly, I might hate the ship of him with Reaper even more... I hate shipping him with Genji too... I just hate all the popular ships for him tbh :|

random headcanon - his middle name is James and you will NOT convince me otherwise :P

unpopular opinion - I don’t care what ethnicity he is, and it doesn’t bother me when people say he’s just “tan”. as long as people just get his skin tone right, that’s all that matters to me.

song i associate with them - I may or may not have a Spotify playlist for him *COUGH* uhhhhh the one I associate with him the most is probably Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi :D

favorite picture of them - 

[shotfreed]

What do you hate about your muse? (If you think I am not going to jump at the opportunity to open this can of worms you are absolutely incorrect. Drag him.)

a (late as hell) munday meme // @strike-at-the-heart (accepting)

hahaHHAHAAAA THANKS FAM OKAY HERE WE GO JESSE MCCREE HATE UNDER THE CUT BY A FUCKING JESSE MCCREE RPER

disclaimer i don’t hate hate jesse like an actual anti but like man do i hate my jesse. 

just some general things. 

Don’t get me wrong canon mccree, but also a fucking. honest to god. cowboy.

jesse i swear to god that italian accent is enough reason for execution christ

you’re fucking belt says BAMF. how much of a fucking loser

I love Matthew Mercer but Jesses fucking voice gives me a headache like when i think in my muses voice i get a migraine dont get me started on his accent

y’all think that y'all’d’ve'f'i’d’ve shit aint real youre wrong

what is it with you and “darlin’” like my jesse in particular thats how i get into his voice

on that note more specific shit on my take on this clownboy

clownboy n. half clown, half cowboy. says “yeehonk” source. 

bisexual polyamorous disaster. 

and i mean disaster 

can you like have a normal healthy relationship of like any kind

clingy motherfucker holy hell

hot and cold

will literally cling to a lover in they sleep but when they wake up cold son of a bitch like some tragic hero bc he “can’t really be with anyone” get over yourself you fucking piece of SHIt

im sorry but he’s a FUCKING COWBOY. 

switchiest switch to ever switch 

“hey there ;)” 

literally anyone “well hey ;)” 

jes: “.//////////////.” like the fucking dweeb he is.

reciprocated attraction?? lol who?

purposely attention seeking. will totally get in the way of a serious muses work and should definitely be killed on spot hes annoying asf

okay back to the bad relationships toxic relationships tw

he had at least two major partners and they both sucked ASS like BAD ok

do not wanna get into it. jesse you should have been gone gone gone lonnnnggg time before this

in BW .092239487348 seconds already gay for Reyes 

in OW for 1 minute and he’s attracted to like everyone.

give me the fucking list dudes

at least he had the decency to back off Lena when he found out she was lesbian. so there is that i guess. 

fucking christ slow as motherfucker how the hell do you get ANYWHERE

idiot romantic

like an idiot like a real fucking dumbass

"is this a romantic a ttraction?” 

the butterfly is literally anyone who might be vaguely interested in him esp if the relationship will hurt him somehow

also my jesse accidentally befriended a snake how the fuck do you ACCIDENTALLY

also its babies all know him hes secretly a disney fucking princess

theres a vulture too and honest to god vulture

he leaves a lot of dead in his wake ok

also hey cna you maybe not fuck everything up by just being there

ramen shop. train. fucking moron

that wasn’t his fault tbh but it also was shyut ip

HIS WHISTLING. THE OBNLY THING THAR STOPS ME FROM PUNCHINGG MY HEADPHONES ACROSS THE COUNTRY IS MAT NOT JESSE

orisa pls kill him

jesse you literally never have the right to talk shit back at literally anyone except maybe reaper bc that is also one big loser

im sorry but like listen its all well and dandy to cling to something and like have it become really important to your development thats totally valid

but jesse. you literally talk like a fucking clown

DONT CLOWN A CLOWN YOULL END UP WITH A FROWN WELL GUESS WHAT JESSE YOU CLOWNED YOURSELF AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED THATS WHY OVERWATCH DISBANDED

that makes no sense i just hate him a lot

fucking christ done ever speak spanish

your italian accent was one thing

i do not EVER want to hear him say literally anything ever 

in any language

but ESPECIALLY NOT SPANISH

OR ANY NOT AMERICAN ENGLISH

C HR I S T I HATE HIM SO MUCH

WHAT the FUCK is that BEARD SHIT YOU MONEY LOOKIN ASS

RATTY LITTLE EYES 

LOOK AT HIM I DONT CARE IF HES FULLY CLOTHES HE LOOKS LIKE A WHORE

YOUR PONCHO IS FUCKING BURNT WHAT DID YOU DO YOU IDIOT

ALSO UNLESS IM BLIND IS THAT ASECOND GUN U GOT HOLSTERED THERE BOY

SHABBY RATTY LOOKIN ASS FUCKING GODS I HATE HIM

ALSO WE JOKE ABOUT GENJI NOT WEARING CLOTHES BUT JESSE DONT HAVE A SHIRT ON

idk if thats armor or cybernetics but like 

wide ass fucking mouth froggy lookin ass some people make it work and you my good fuckboy, do not

he is also a complete fuck boy prove me wrong

his cigar too fucking literally how do u pay for all of those you son of a binch

a l s o. bitch looks like he’d try to mansplain how to yeehaw mother fucker i HATE HIM

literally how has anyone ever taken you seriously

to quote, “mccrees instincts are, as ever, unimpeachable.” read as: no shit, dumbass. 

dont know when youve lost just die

also, to quote a real smart dumbass from Blue Exorcist, “he’s so stupid he’d forget to die even if he got killed.” 

and that my friends is the only reason and i mean ONLY  REASON jesse mccree is still alive today

oh and one last thing

he’s a little bitch.

[ao3feed-mchanzo]

There is no point anymore. There never was. Never will be.

by CentreJustifi3d

Wish i had a good summary but.. not really. So basically, Hanzo is a self-hating little ball of sad, and he falls in ove with a certain cowboy and realizes, "Oh shit, I have the ancient disease of Hanahaki and now im gonna die from it because i am a stubborn ass and believe that nobdody loves me."

Im so sorry, honestly. This was for the Mchanzo BB and, i couldn't complete it. my family fell apart and my focus wasn't on this project, and more on my mental and physical health. i was in the hospital for a night and was immobile for a week. i am deeply sorry to my partner and all of my collueges, this will be done and updated week by week until i complete it.

Words: 5051, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Lena "Tracer" Oxton, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari, Angela "Mercy" Ziegler

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Explicit Sexual Content, Depression, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Harm, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, I Was Drunk When I Wrote This

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