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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.
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…”
How is a domestic life with yandere dilf Jesse McCree (from the Trouble story au)
I’m so sorry… this ask has been invisible in my ask box for some reason?!?!? I haven’t seen it and I don’t know how long I made u wait so I’m gonna give u the best response I can make. It’s gonna be super detailed and everything~❤️❤️❤️
The reader wouldn’t be allowed to leave Jesse’s bedroom in the beginning. Jesse would have already “wife” proofed the room making every precaution to make sure there is no possible way for her to get hurt trying to run away. Windows would be nailed shut and all possible weapons would be kept out of reach.
Jesse would never let his “wife” out of his sight. He would keep everything that she needs away from her and force her to beg him to do everything for her. “Jesse… I really gotta use the bathroom…” And I can see Jesse smoking a cigar standing next to the window. He wouldn’t even look at her but he’d respond with a serious edge in his voice. “Now that’s no way to ask sweetheart.” Of course she would be take back at first, scrambling her mind for another way to ask but still saving her pride. “Can I use the bathroom…please?” She’d ask looking at the bedroom floor. Jesse would then smirk and walk to unlock the bathroom door. He’d stand in the doorway to watch of course…
Jesse definitely has the idea that he would have to “break” his “wife” like a person would do a horse. He’d want to get rid of all the fight she has in her and then make her depend on him. The bedroom she’s locked in wouldn’t have a tv or anything except for a bed and dresser. So his “wife” would mostly sleep to pass the time.
When Jesse is away for a long time, he’d lock her in the bathroom and leave a blanket and pillow in the shower. There wouldn’t be a mirror in the bathroom or anything under the sink.
After she begins to show signs of pregnancy (no baby bump yet tho), he’d begin feeding her more and giving her more attention. Jesse would begin sleeping in the same bed as her and start taking care of her appearance. He’d say misogynistic things like “A husband should be able to come home and see his wife in a nice dress~. I can see him standing behind her in the hallway mirror with his hands wrapped around her waist. He’d tell her exactly how he wants her hair and clothes kept. But… she’s not allowed to wear underwear, for easy access.
Jesse would sometimes go out for drinks, meaning that a few stray days out of the month he’d come home drunk. There will definitely be nights where Jesse wanders up the stairs looking for his “wife” for a little bit of relief.
A/N: (imma call the reader “you” now for a bit of added spice…)
You’d be asleep and then randomly have the sheets thrown off of your body and feel the weight of Jesse above you. Jesse would press into your shoulders and lay the side of his peacekeeper on your middle of your back and slur out “your gonna be real nice for me or you’re not gonna like what happens next…” You’d hear the buckle to his pants get thrown on the floor. Because he’s still drunk, his movements would be erratic and wild. Your hands would be covering your mouth to suppress any sounds as he’s forcing himself inside you. I can see calling his “wife” a bitch and saying dirty things in her ear that he wouldn’t say when he’s sober. Jesse would then fall asleep on top of you. Due to his time in Blackwatch, he’d be a super light sleeper so it would be best for you to try not to move or make any sounds.
When he’d wake up in the morning, he’d seem like a totally different person. He’d be cheerful but still holding you captive. His demeanor would be less of a killer and more like someone that wants to pretend that what he’s doing is normal. He’d be washing his face in the bathroom the next day like nothing happened the night before.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!! And don’t forget that my ask box is open!!!
I had really low expectations coming into Blizzconline, but luckily they did much better than I expected!!! We got Rome, a map in India(I don’t know exact where it will be), New York, and the new looks for Widow, Reaper, McCree, and Pharah. This all combined with the fact that there looks to be an or a couple animations in the works brings back a lot of the hype I was feeling when OW 2 was first confirmed!
Overwatch Recalled: Pharah
Fareeha Amari a.k.a. Pharah is the daughter of Ana Amari, former Second-in-Command of the original Overwatch, and Sam Amari. Pharah was a member of the Egyptian Army and is now a member of Helix Security International and uses the Raptora Mark VI in battle.
Since she was the daughter of the Second-in-Command of Overwatch, she wanted to join them when she was able, similarly like Baptiste, but they were disbanded before she could. So, she would most certainly have a reason to join the Recalled Overwatch and she might have received the message herself. Most of the world believed Ana is dead, other than a few, so that means Pharah, or her father Sam, might have been given the device that had the recall message. Depending if she had it or not, then either she joined because she got the message and answered it in Ana’s place or because she was invited by someone else.
Pharah knew most of the original Overwatch including Mercy, McCree, Rein, Jack Morrison(Soldier 76), Gabriel Reyes(Reaper), Torb, and Sojourn. I would also assume that she knows Genji, Tracer, and Brigitte. The only people I don’t think she really knows are Mei, Echo, and Lucio. So, she was probably invited by Mercy, Rein, Brig, Genji, or Tracer. I don’t think that Sojourn or Torb would have invited her since neither of them immediately answered the recall message. McCree also could have told her since they seemed to be close based off of photos and game interactions.
Anyways, the next posts are gonna be about why I think McCree is joining the Recalled Overwatch and about what might be going on in NYC that would make it important to the lore.
TLDR: Pharah was obviously going to join the Recalled Overwatch. She either responded to Ana’s recall message since the world thinks Ana is dead or she was invited to join the recalled Overwatch, by probably Mercy or Reinhardt in my opinion.
Overwatch 2 Maps: New York City
When NYC was announced to be a map in OW2 I was SUPER excited. I, myself, was not born in New York, but most of my family, on both of my parent’s sides, is from different places in New York state. We don’t know to much about NYC when talking about the lore of Overwatch, but I have some theories.
Theory 1: NYC has a something similar to London’s Underworld. The Underworld is a city found beneath London where most of London’s Omnic population lives. Having a place like this in NYC would be a good way to add more Omnic character’s into the game, either as playable characters or NPCs.
Theory 2: Overwatch has a base in NYC. While going over all of the images the OW Devs. showed us during the Behind the Scenes of OW2, I found concept art for a tower in Manhattan. It gives me Stark Tower/Avengers Tower vibes, so I feel like having this be an old Overwatch base would be really cool.
Theory 3: NYC is where a new character is going to be from. I feel like this is more of me getting my hopes up, I just REALLY want a character from New York that is like a Tony Stark type. I think having a character that kind of fits into the Tony Stark architype would make it easy for the OW Devs. to make another cool Tank character, or maybe a support with really advanced cool armor.
Anyways, after I make a post about McCree actually joining the Recalled Overwatch, I’m going to make a post about Gothenburg, Sweden, the map where Torbjorn’s workshop will be and the extension to Kings Row and what other maps might get extensions.
TLDR: NYC might have been added to have to: have another map with an Underworld for Omnics which might mean we get more Omnic characters, there might be an old Overwatch base in NYC (image above), or a new character might be from NYC, hopefully someone that gives Tony Stark vibes, and hopefully a tank.
Overwatch Recalled: McCree
Jesse McCree is an ex-Blackwatch agent, former member of the Deadlock Gang with Ashe, and is currently a bounty hunter. Due to him being a Blackwatch member, the special operation division of Overwatch, he received the recall message. After the message was sent out, McCree learned the Echo was being transported from Hurlburt Field to the Davis–Monthan Air Force Base. Although, I’m not totally sure how McCree tracked Echo, but he was able to. He anonymously tipped off Deadlock, knowing Ashe would show up, so he could get to the crate Echo would be in. After he beat Ashe in a standoff, he then opened and reactivated Echo. He told Echo about the recall message and told her where to go meet up with them, saying that they needed her not him, then told her to say hi to Winston from him.
And that was the last we saw of the cowboy before Blizzconline. During the Story Development part of Blizzconline, we get to see a lot of storyboards and some fully animated scenes. In both of the storyboards and animated scenes, McCree shows up in a lot of them with the Recalled Overwatch. So, I’m going to talk about McCree rejoining Overwatch.
Even though McCree is portrayed as more of an antihero, he is still a good person and I feel like it was pretty obvious that, although he said that Overwatch didn’t need him, he was still going to join. So, the question is, how did he join, I got some theories.
Theory 1: After Zero Hour, Echo might have contacted McCree and asked him to join and I think that this is probably the most likely theory, but he could have got into contact with Echo after the Paris attack, to make sure she was okay and then he got invited to join.
Theory 2: Genji asked McCree to join. They were in Blackwatch together, and I’m assuming that they are close. So I feel like other than Winston asking McCree to join like he did for every ex-Overwatch agent and Echo asking him to join since he reactivate her, this would be the next likely theory about it.
Theory 3: Pharah, Mercy, or Reinhardt asked McCree to join. Other than Genji, Gabe, and Ana, these three were close with McCree during his Blackwatch(Overwatch) days. Out of all of them I think that Pharah would be the most likely, then Rein, then Mercy, because he was kind of like an older brother figure for her based off of some of their matching sprays and game voice-interactions.
Anyways, next, I’m going to make a post about Gothenburg, Sweden, the map where Torbjorn’s workshop will be and the extension to Kings Row and what other maps might get extensions.
TLDR: McCree will be joining the Recalled Overwatch. Some reasons might be include - Echo got back into contact with him after Zero Hour and asked him to join; Genji asked McCree to join; Pharah, Mercy, or Reinhardt asked McCree to join. And I gotta say, I think the photo of McCree, Echo, and Pharah is really funny.
Going over the "A Message from the Overwatch Team" Tweet.
Alright, so the Overwatch Team released a long statement and I wanted to express my opinions on it. (The photo underneath is their statement).
Overall, I'm glad that they put out this statement. I saw that a lot of people on Twitter were upset about it, but I think that the statement and the action they say they are going to take are needed.
Firstly, I'm very happy that they are changing McCree's name. He was named after a Blizzard Dev who "was part of the "Cosby Crew"" and was connected to the sexual harassment lawsuit(here is an article about it, read it). Having a character named after you in a successful video game like Overwatch is an honor and an abuser like that doesn't deserve said honor. With that said, there needs to be a lot more work done at Blizzard to make the work environment better for their female employees, but I think renaming a character as to not glorify an abuser is a step in the right direction.
Secondly, we will be getting a new Free For All map in September called Malevento! It's set in the Italian mountainside with a beautiful church, a Talon safe house, and a memorial for the Italian voice actor of Soldier 76, Roberto Draghetti, who passed away in the summer of 2020. Although I wish we could have another QP/comp map to play, I know we aren't going to get one until OW2 because they are creating maps specifically that fit 5v5. So, we won't get any more maps for 6v6 OW; making more 6v6 maps would be counterproductive. If you want to get a better look at the map, check out this video showcasing it.
Finally, we will be getting more McCree lore in the future that ties back into his name change. Even though they will be "delaying the new arc until later this year", I'm still excited about it because it means we will be definitely be getting more lore stuff this year. I will be doing a short theory going over that and the Malevento Talon connections.
That's kind of it. So, look out for posts about the Cowboy's name change and Malevento! Have a good day and a great week! ~ Nova
McCree has been Renamed: Cole Cassidy
Alright, the Overwatch Team announced McCree's official name now to be Cole Cassidy. The name change will be implemented on October 26th. His name in the hero gallery will be Cassidy.
I actually really like this name change, especially the last name change. Cole is a fine first name, but I think having Cassidy being his last name is pretty cool. I would assume that it is inspired by Butch Cassidy who was a famous train/bank robber and gang leader from the Old West as well as Hopalong Cassidy who was a fictional cowboy created by Clarence M. Mulford in 1904(If you are interested in learning about either here is the link for Butch Cassidy and Hopalong Cassidy). Both people probably were some of the original inspirations for Cole Cassidy.
Anyways, sorry for not posting at all since the start of the Halloween Event. It's the end of the first quarter for me, so I have kind of been bombarded by homework. With that being said, I just want to remind anyone who sees this post that we only have about 3 more days to get the Einherjar Zarya. ~ Nova.
*smacks table*
Cole
Cassidy
I think I just had a heart attack
Omfg noooo
YeeHaw. (McCree has taken my heart somehow, I'm not sure I want it back...) Personally one of my favorites, if not my favorite. I'm apparently all for nerdy Cowboys in the future. (Don't post my art without my permission)
A bunch of Overwatch Characters that I drew and feel quite proud of. I especially love that Mei one (which was requested by a friend of mine.) Enjoy everyone! Hopefully at some point I'll draw more of the characters!
Zoey wasn’t sure what to even think. She was just scared out of her mind he’d leave her for what she truly is. And it wasn’t even her fault she’s like this.
But when she saw that gentle smile on Jesse’s face, she blinked slowly, even as he took her wolf face in his hands. “Jesse, I’m not—”
He stopped her. He didn’t say anything; just stood there and took in her beautiful face.
“… Yer not— Yer not scared?” she asked telepathically.
“No, hun. Yer beautiful. Why would I be scared o’ somethin’ like you?”
//Anyone remember that old Lifehouse from like, 2005?
Yeah.
Guess who had that on repeat?
Love like this
@six-shot-vigilante
Jesse: *sees Zoey’s old needle wound from experiment days* Jesse: Darlin’? Zoey:Oh, hey, babe! Damn, I though’ ye were still asleep. Jesse: Ya got like this huge punct’re wound on yer neck. Wha’ happened there? Zoey: Zoey: Do me a favor ‘n’ forget ye asked tha’ question.
//When you’re about to mound but then you remember your aquatic girlfriend has the hottest abs in the world
@six-shot-vigilante
//When you remember you’re an artist and you can just do this
