Howdy! I Heard Read Your First Post And Decided To Send In An Ask!

Howdy! I heard read your first post and decided to send in an ask!

Which Overwatch character is your favorite? And what’s your favorite fan-fiction trope?

And if you wish you can write the character with the trope or ask me to do it and I just might.

Thanks for the ask!!!

Sorry for the slow response, I’ve been so busy with school work lately. 😫

Hmmmm... My favorite Overwatch characters would probably have to be Mccree and Reaper, at least for right now anyway. But, In game, I main D.va (lol).

My favorite fanfic trope is Yandere and cute fluff stories. I know, Those two are on two far sides of the spectrum. Ive always wanted to do headcannons but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet!

Ill do a story abt a reader whose sick and Mccree is taking care of them! A/N: I wanted the fic to get all of the cute himbo Mccree that I have stuck in my brain… lol

Rolling over to the far side of the bed, you reach for a cold glass of water to soothe the itch in your throat. Jesse had left a glass there for you the night before. He had tried to force you to drink it but you put up a good fight. So, he decided to leave it for whenever you felt ready.

The two of you had no idea how you had got a cold. It could’ve been from you never wearing a jacket outside, or maybe even from the old lady that was coughing in that one grocery store the other day. But you don’t really know.

Hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall, you quickly sit the glass down and pretend to be asleep. Jesse was always serious when it came to you not feeling well. He’s always suffocating when it comes to your health, making you drink soup and sleep the day away until you’re better.

Quietly, you hear the door creak open. The sound of glass clinks nearby, causing you to open your eyes out of curiosity.

Not to your surprise, A large, steaming bowl of chicken soup sits on the nightstand.

“Morning, sunshine.” Jesse drawls, placing his hands on his hips as he looks down at you smiling.

Squinting your eyes, you look towards him and begin to stretch. “Good morning, love.” You say, with a sore throat still present in your voice.

Jesse feels around on the bed, and sits next to your lying form. Softly grabbing your head with both hands, he presses a kiss on your forehead and slowly rubs his thumbs across your cheek.

Ruining the tender moment, Jesse whispers into the side of your neck, “It’s time for breakfast~” in a singing tune.

Chicken soup has been the only thing on your menu for the past two days. Jesse has been keeping you on strict bed rest as he watches over you. You’ve begun to grow sick of the soup. And how much he enjoys teasing you.

Jesse reaches over towards the nightstand and brings the fragrant bowl to your face. He begins blowing on a steaming spoonful, and then lifts it up to your mouth.

“Say ahh-” Jesse chuckles. He knows how much you hate this. Relenting to his smile, you open wide, allowing him to shove the warm spoon into your mouth.

“Mmm?” Jesse asks gleefully. Struggling to hide a smile, you reply. “…Yum.”

This painful process continues on for a few minutes. Once the bowl is empty, Jesse sits it on the nightstand once again. Instead of leaving you in the room by yourself, he begins setting out clothes for you. As if you were actually going somewhere…

“What are you doing?” you question. His large form is currently hunched over, digging through the clothes in your dresser. You watch tentatively as he unfolds a different white t shirt and lays across the bed.

Before he answers, he takes a moment to dump the stray clothes he threw about the room, back into the drawer. “I’m getting you a change of clothes.” He declares.

“Well, are we goin’ somewhere?” You ask excitedly, practically ripping the sheets off of yourself as you stumble out of bed.

“Well, you’re gettin’ a bath before anything.” Jesse holds back a laugh before bringing two fingers to his face, covering his nose.

“I DO NOT STINK!” You yell, throwing a pillow across the room at him. Of course he dodges just in time.

“Give yourself a sniff sweetheart!” Jesse says through a flood of laughter.

Grabbing the collar of your shirt, you try to catch a whiff of whatever has Jesse in tears in front of you.

And god do you stink.

Armpit must and sweat is the only thing that comes to mind after you smell the inside of your shirt. Lifting your face from your collar, you avoid making eye contact with Jesse.

You never stopped to consider that two days on bedrest had the ability to make you smell so bad. You didn’t think you smelled horrible, but Jesse made it seem like your underarms could kill with the way he’s hollerin’ in front of you with his hands on his knees. He must’ve read your facial expression, because you hadn’t even had the chance to defend yourself.

Trying to hold onto any amount of pride you had left, you fold your arms and say “It has been a while since I’ve had a bath.”

Jesse wipes his tears as his laughing fit calms down. “Yeah, I’ll get the water started, and you can look for those shorts you like so much.”

When you hear the bath water finish filling up the tub, you grab a fresh towel and wash cloth from the closet and make your way down the hallway. Jesse is standing next to the door with a stern look on his face. Like he’s planning on making sure you actually get in the water.

Returning his serious glare, you walk past him and close the bathroom door behind you. Jesse had laid out different bottles of lotions, soaps and bath salts for you to use. At times he could be a real pain in your ass, but sometimes… sometimes he could be the most thoughtful person you’d ever known.

Relentlessly, he had been by your side every time you caught a cold. He always made sure you got enough rest and never asked for anything in return.

After ridding yourself of your dirty clothes and throwing them in the corner, you stepped into the warm bubbly water. You reached for the lavender bath salt container and poured a generous amount into the bathwater with you.

After taking your time to clean your body, you stepped out of the tub and began drying off your body with your towel.

You spend extra time to brush your teeth in the sink before stepping out of the foggy bathroom, with Jesse sitting outside waiting on you.

Picking up your speed speed, Jesse grabs your wrist and pull you close. “Lemme smell.”

Struggling against him, you attempt pushing him away to no avail. “I don’t need you to check me Jesse!” He pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing you against his chest and makes an exaggerated inhale through his nose and then let’s you go of your damp form.

Gasping for breath, You scramble away from him and make your way towards the living room and turn on a familiar TV show. Jesse slowly follows behind you and collapses on the seat next to you.

You lean into his shoulder as the two of you begin watching a new episode. “Thanks for everything…” you quietly say into his arm. You feel his body shift towards you as his palm rubs against the side of his face. He pulls your face closer to his and places a prolonged kiss on your forehead once again.

Both of your bodies move closer together as you look back to the tv screen.

“You’re welcome sweetheart…”

Trouble

This is a remake of the original. Without the dark stuff…

Tws: none

You never enjoyed growing up in the city. You always wanted to have a garden of your own and live in a small town as far away from the bustling city as possible.

So, after a painful amount of begging and long years of saving up money, you finally managed to convince your parents that you could live on your own...But you never told them how far away you’d actually be staying.

“Living alone is dangerous for a young lady….” Your fathers angry words echoed in your head. When the sudden jolt of the taxi pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes set on your new home. An old run down ranch style home lies in front of you. The home wasn’t exactly ‘in town’. It was secluded, surrounded by one acre of dense woods in any direction.

Considering how expensive the taxi ride was, you decide its too late to turn back now. Grabbing your bags from the trunk of the car, you begin your first steps towards your new home.

To be quite honest, the home looks much worse in person. The pictures you found online had the impression that the home was livable. The overwhelming smell of mold and mildew fills your nostrils causing you to repress a gag. You had hoped to be able to live in the home as soon as you got into town, but it looks like you’ll have to do some cleaning up before you could rest.

The horrid purple wallpaper definitely had to go, along with the stained green carpet and rotten cabinets in the kitchen. The previous owner had renovated the bedroom and bathroom but the kitchen is definitely in need of some TLC.

You had called a moving company a few days ago to have all of your belongings moved into your home. So despite the homes unsightly circumstances, you had a furnished place to sleep tonight.

Riding your bike into town and stopping at a family diner, you notice the choking smell of a burning cigar. A man, dressed like a western cowboy, leans on the outside of a rundown bar, holding a cigar in his metal hand. With the way his eyes bore into your body, you hurriedly stepped out of his line of sight. Into the diner.

You order a cola to drink along with a burger and fries. Your booth faces a tv playing a black and white movie you’ve never seen before. Heavily focused on the meal laid out in front of you, you almost don’t notice a person slide into the seat across from you. Almost.

The cowboy from before now sat a little more than a foot away from you. The smell of his recently smoked cigar still lingers in the air.

“Now… don’t you know it’s awfully rude to stare, sweetheart?”

His deep southern drawl keeps you fumbling over his words. Although you never like to come off as rude, you can’t help but feel a bit insulted. Your mother always said that trouble followed you like the plague. And now, you haven’t even been in this town for longer than an hour, and you’ve already upset a complete stranger.

You swallow you pride and wash it down with a sip of your half empty drink. You put on your best smile, and prepare to talk in the sincerest voice you can muster.

“I really didn’t mean to stare sir. This is my first day in town, I’ve just moved here from-”

“But of course, a woman as beautiful as you can stare as long as she likes.”

A sweet talker. Growing up in the city, you encountered many guys like him. Shooting his shot without even knowing your name. In the past you would‘ve been head over heels for the first guy that gave you this kind of attention. But that would be too easy.

“I don’t think I caught your name.” You say sternly. But before he gets the chance to reply, you hear a waitress call to a “Mccree” from behind the counter. Asking him what he’d like to order.

A smile stretches across his face but he refuses to break eye contact with you. After the awkward silence passes, the cowboy sighs and reluctantly responds to the waitress.

“I’ll have what she’s got.”

“So you’re names Mccree then?” you ask.

“Jesse Mccree. But for you, it’s just Jesse.”

A small smile graces your lips before you will yourself to reply. “Well… my name is (y/n) (l/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

A plate identical to yours slides across the table, stopping in front of Jesse. He grabs the container of ketchup and squirts some on his plate. Dipping a large fry in it and bringing it up to his mouth.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl who bought that old run down farm house…”

Your breath hitches and you hear him begin to chuckle. “How do you know that?” You blurted. He seems to find amusement in your confusion.

“Relax, sugar. I helped do some work on that house a few years ago, so don’t worry.”

He winks at you as he begins to eat his burger. After clearing your plate, you wipe your fingers on a napkin and walk to the counter to pay for your meal. Before turning to step out of the diner, you hear Jesse warn you.

“I’d be careful if I were you, the town can get dangerous after dark.”

You understand that he thinks he’s being helpful. But the more you talk with this strange cowboy, the more thrown for a loop you become. You hope that he didn’t notice you eating faster when he arrived. And you also hoped that he didn’t notice the pistol you kept tucked under your shirt.

You offer Jesse another smile and you wave your hand goodbye. The pain of a migraine is beginning to settle in your left eye.

The ride home was peaceful. The sun had begun to set, so the sky was painted with a beautiful array of bright reds and oranges. You quickly unlock your front door and rush to face plant onto your bare mattress. Sleep is the only thing that can rid you of this painful headache.

3:05 am

Disoriented and confused are the only words you can think of to describe the way you felt when you woke up. The house was pitch black and the only thing on your mind was your overwhelming need to pee. Sitting on the toilet, you start to remember where you are. Alone empty house that’s way too big for one person to occupy alone. You don’t live with your parents anymore and you definitely don’t have toilet paper.

Being forced to make do with the extra napkins you find in your purse, you step back into your dimly lit bedroom. You stretch out the bed sheets that you mother bought you for your new home. They were black, but decorated in brightly colored flowers.

After making your bed, you change into some suitable pajamas. You decide that a shower can wait until the morning. Laying back down in your freshly made bed, you drift off to sleep once again.

Instead of heading into town, you decided to spend the day tackling house chores and garden work. You were already a bit late on planting some veggies, so time is of the essence if you want your plants to grow for a full season.

You rake debris out of one of the large garden boxes in front of the house and begin saturating the soil with water. A trip to the garden store will be in order, eventually. But without a car, it would be very hard to get your plants back to the house.

Its getting late in the evening. It’ll be lunch time soon and wanting to explore the town more, you decide to ride you bike back into town. Before you could lift your bike off the side of the house, you hear the loud engine of a motorcycle pull down the dirt path toward the house.

After quieting the engine, Jesse steps toward you, holding a bag in one hand. “I thought I might treat you to brunch.” he says. A kind gesture, and really, you appreciate it. But eating brunch with a guy you literally just met the day before, seems a bit too sudden.

But the hunger you feel disagrees. “Would you like to come inside? It’s the best I can offer you as a thanks right now.” You say embarrassed as Jesse looks around at the mess you’ve made.

Large sticks and dirt in multiple piles litter the front yard. You weren’t expecting any company today, so you didn’t bother to wear something more flattering than a stained oversized t-shirt and ripped denim jeans.

“A pretty girl like you ain’t meant to do yard work like this.”

You smile at his words and lead him into the kitchen. Reaching into the pink paper bag, he pulls out a croissant sandwich and hands it to you.

You unwrap the delicate wax paper and take a large bite of the croissant. Jesse stands in the kitchen admiring your progress of pulling out cabinets and drawers. Grabbing on random pieces of wood hanging from the wall.

“Have you ever redone a house before sweetheart? I’d love to help.” Jesse asks, shifting his weight up against the counter.

“I haven’t.” You sigh “But I couldn’t possibly ask you to help me.” Brushing away the crumbs on the counter, you avoid eye contact with Jesse.

“Don’t bother with the formal stuff…what do you need help with?” he says confidently. You notice how he has a way of forcing himself on people. His charming nature has worked for him somehow.

“I need to finish up removing the carpet and wall paper. Then, there’s the work outside.” You observed. Jesse crumpled up the pink paper bag that used to hold your croissant. “He must’ve already eaten.” You think to yourself.

After you finish eating the pastry, You dust the crumbs on your shirt and lead Jesse into the living room. Shreds of dirty green carpet littered the floor.

“You sure did a number on the place.” Jesse says mockingly.

Rolling your eyes, you respond sarcastically. “Ha-Ha. But I’d love to see you do any better, cowboy.”

Jesse bends over, grabbing a carpet knife, he begins cutting the carpet. Lifting the section you had previously cut out his way.

You worked in silence. Slight huffs and sighs filled the room as the work became more difficult. You begin to question your resolve. Pulling up carpet and moving it to large piles in the front yard became exhausting. This house will definitely take more than one day to completely renovate, you consider.

An hour quickly becomes three. Standing and stretching, Jesse drags his feet to the kitchen table, and collapses in a seat. You didn’t expect him to be serious about helping out when he offered. And you also didn’t expect him to stick around for so long.

“Are you done for today?” You say jokingly. “I’m just getting started!”

“Yeah, well you do that.” Jesse tiredly sighs. You step into the kitchen, walking toward the large box storing all of your cups. Rinsing two small glasses, you add ice from the fridge and fill them with water.

You walk over to the kitchen table and sit next to Jesse, handing him a cold glass of water.

You had never taken the time to examine Jesse so closely. He’s rather attractive. You take note of how he pulls his hair out of his face, clearing his vision before taking a sip of water. He notices your looming stare. You quickly look away, nervously avoiding eye contact.

“It’s getting awfully late, wanna get something to eat?” Jesse questioned. He didn’t look at you when he asked, instead he fiddled with the side of his hat across the table. ‘Was he afraid you’d say no?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Sure, but where to?” You asked.

“There’s a bar not too far from here. They serve some pretty good food.” Jesse looks over to you.

“Okay then, but I’m gonna go grab something. I’ll be quick.”

Standing up quickly, you speed walk down the hall toward your bedroom. You open a small drawer in your dresser. Pulling out the small pistol previously hidden by your folded clothes. You tuck it in the side of your pants and cover it with your shirt.

“Hopefully I won’t have to use this tonight.” You think to yourself. Only knowing the man in your kitchen for two days, you can’t say you trust him fully just yet. This is a new town after all, and you’re on your own. But the thought of Jesse being a bad guy leaves a slight pain in your chest.

Maybe it’s the excessive hunger, but maybe it’s because you’ve started to develop feeling for him. Shaking the thought from your mind, you begin walking down the hall toward the kitchen once again.

“Alright, let’s go.” You say sternly. Jesse lifts himself from the kitchen chair and follows you out the front door.

You had never rode a motorcycle before. Jesse’s motorcycle looked like it had special equipment added to it too. When he first arrived, it sounded much louder than any one you’d ever heard in the city. And the handle bars looked too high to be comfortable.

Jesse stretches a leg over the vehicle and offers you an outstretched hand. Visibly smiling ear to ear, you take his hand in yours. In order to ride the motorcycle safely, you’d have to hold on to his waist. You don’t know how you feel about it at first, but as your bodies lurched forward, you felt more inclined.

Jesse smelled of whiskey and cigar smoke. Uncomfortable by awkwardly keeping your distance from him, you allow your head to press into his upper back.

The ride to the bar was calming in an odd way. You weren’t expecting to enjoy being so close to him for so long. But at least he seemed to not mind.

Parking the bike in front of the brick building, Jesse stands at the side of the bike and offers you another hand. He seems to enjoy pampering you.

Taking his hand yet again, he pulls you forward, practically lifting you off the bike with his strength. “Luckily I didn’t lose my footing, falling into him would have been embarrassing.” You think to yourself.

The bar was lightly crowded. You were glad that it was. If the bar wasn’t so lively, you’d have felt a bit more self conscious. All the people in the bar gave Jesse something else to look at, instead of you so intensely.

“What can I get for you” The bartender asked the both of you while drying out a glass. Jesse looked across the counter and pointed. “We’ll have buffalo wings with two shots of whiskey.”

The bartender nodded and walked away. “I could’ve ordered for myself, you know.” You asserted.

Raising his hands in defense, Jesse teasingly said “I’m just saving your breath sweetheart. Besides it’s on me.”

You weren’t expecting Jesse to cover your bill. You had brought money with you, but having the chance to save your money instead of spending it made you happy.

But the fact that Jesse took care of you the entire day, created a light blush to spread across your face. If he really liked you, he had a very obvious way of going about it.

A large plate of buffalo wings slid down the counter, accompanied by two full shot glasses. “Prepare yourself for the best wings you’ve ever had on this side of the Mississippi.” Mccree announced.

Chuckling, you grabbed a wing off the top of the pile, dipped it in ranch and proceeded to take a bite. An explosion of flavor flooded your tastebuds. The heat from the wings worked perfectly alongside the tangy flavor of the buffalo sauce.

Jesse eyed you expectantly, waiting for you to finish chewing. Taking a deep breath and finding your composure, you looked at Jesse.

“It’s good l-“ Cutting you off Jesse bangs his fist on the table in disbelief.

“Just okay? These wings are the backbone of this country! Jesse joked, shaking a wing in front of you.

Laughing, you decided you’d give the wings the praise he feels they deserve. “It’s good, absolutely the best I’ve ever had.” You said excitingly, matching his energy.

You slid your stool closer to his and began reaching for a second wing. “I could get used to this”, you think to yourself.

This is my first post!!! I like to write, draw and read stuff. So, I can try writing for BNHA, Hellsing, Overwatch, Undertale (lol) and maybe some other anime too! Just ask!!!

I really enjoyed your story “Trouble”. Bittersweet love it 😍. May I ask, what type of father is Jesse?

Overwatch Jesse as a single father

Hmmm… I think that a a non-yandere version of Jesse would be pretty chill. Jesse playing the role of a single parent, trying to navigate parenthood for the first time with his child would be pretty fun. I think that he would be over bearing when it come to his child’s safety but I can also imagine him saying “it’s just a snake, it don’t bite” and then you get bit and he’s panicking and your screaming and then the two of you are in a hospital for a week…

I can imagine him letting his child drink beer and smoke with him sometimes and also let you drive before you can fully see over the dashboard. He’d probably give you the worst advice possible but still have the best intentions. “The next time that boy at school says something like that, punch him in the face and set his book bag on fire-” and then you’d be in the front office covered in ashes and he’d act shocked in front of the principal but low highkey be proud of you and take you out for ice cream… :3

As a single parent he would just tell you to “Be safe and don’t be stupid”. Of course, you’d be able to hold your own bc he would have taught you how to use a gun before you were 12. I can image him kneeling behind you and helping you steady your arm while aiming during shooting practice. Saying “hold it steady and then shoot…” and he’d be helping you clean your gun and take it apart.

He definitely wouldn’t be the best at helping you with homework or any school related stuff but he’d be awesome at being your best friend.

Hope u liked this!!! I’ll be yandere platonic Jesse headcannons later!

She’s so hot…

Super helpful!!!

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