#mccree x reader

Ok to be fair, he DOES talk abt his experiences or some cool/funny/random thing he's seen or done, but usually it is not enough to glean the kind of past he has. If Cole does eventually tell you abt his home life and all, he really really REALLY trusts you.

Don't take that to mean he will pour out his own feelings and thoughts to you on the daily though. You should inquire about the cowboy's wellbeing and current state every now and then. Cole has a habit of keeping his own problems and issues to himself, especially in times of peace.

Ask him how he's doing or abt his day. Even if he is not forthcoming abt any worries he might have, the genuine effort of trying to get to know him is something he will greatly appreciate, and perhaps in the future, he will share his concerns with you. But for now, be patient. :3

He does share a lot of great stories whenever you guys talk. Like ranging from his experience in Overwatch (cough Blackwatch), being a mercenary, there’s a lot of stuff he has seen. It helps that Cole has a fantastic way with words and speaks with a smooth baritone, that keeps you hooked on his storytelling. (Inspired from the idea that Cole has done writing gigs before, but I cant rmb if this was a headcanon or canon detail I skimmed over)

Thanks to his fair share of life experiences in dealing with various people and situations, he is a pretty good listener too, and great at giving advice. In all, this makes him an extremely good conversationlist if he wants or has to, both with friends and strangers.

Can be a tease or silly goof at times, but is capable of stopping if the circumstances call for it. His ability to read people and the room well comes in real handy for this. So if you are someone with sensitive triggers/traumas, Cole is one of the best guys in Overwatch to help you out.

Do note his charming persona, dashing looks, and respectful behaviour makes him a rather attractive and approachable man. All qualities of a very crushworthy guy lol. Definitely has been asked out by strangers a couple of times and has humored some of them. Some ended up as decent flings but others were eehhhhhh...less said abt it the better.

However its all based on a rather superficial attraction. While Cole miiight have indulged in occasional one night-stands or one-off dates, he still feels a bit empty after each encounter, because he's unable to get attached to anyone so far for a myriad of reasons.

Either the relationship is based on lust and surface-level attraction, or the other person is unable to handle/accept his less desirable qualities (being a wanted man, inability to open up, experiences with criminal activities, hidden ruthlessness, does not wish to settle down yet, etc).

That's why it’s usually people who barely know him that crush on him, but his friends who are more aware of his past and character know better lol.

If Cole DOES end up in a romantic relationship??? With someone he actually trusts and cares about??? Damn bruh well done, you actually tied this wandering lone Cowboy into a proper functioning relationship!

Absolute fucking tease, but with manners of a gentleman. Rmb how I said Cole's great at reading people? He is able to pick up on your feelings and mental state well enough to know when to be a supportive partner, and when to be a menace.

Pros: In troubling times when you feel down or distressed in some way, you can definitely rely on Cole to make things better, whether it's him offering an open ear, providing some good ole distraction, or comfort with words/physical affection/quality time.

Cons: in times where you are relaxed and content doing your own thing, and Cole has the time, he's going to goof around and drag you into shenanigans.

Really really enjoys making you flustered. He doesn't mention this out loud unless you ask, but he loves seeing your reactions. It's also a game of sorts, a self-imposed challenge to break your composure (with consent of course! If he senses any kind of discomfort from you, he will stop it immediately).

If you are the kind with good sense of shame, my condolences. Cole has close to no shame in calling you silly or embarrassing endearments. I also hope you aren't figuratively lactose intolerant, cus it all also comes with a side of cheese. A LOT of cheese. As in cheesiness. Yes, that includes romantic gestures as well. Though, if you love this kind of stuff, then point to you, I suppose.

CLINGY CLINGY CLINGY this guy is a sucker for physical affection (possibly touch-starved from being on his own for so long ahhhh). Please indulge the cowbuy with cuddles, hugs, handholding, you name it. It's like a drug to him. Instant seratonin.

If you act playful and reciprocate his antics, Cole is going to be even deeper in love. He is a cheeky person, and yes he snarks and quips back on the regular, but there’s just something about engaging in harmless silly fun together that make Cole feel a sense of warmth in his heart.

It really hits it home for him that he feels secure and safe enough to drop down his guard and be carefree along with you. Rmb, his life ever since he left home, has been rife with risky and dangerous experiences. Cole does thrive in such stressful situations and he revels in the thrill of it, but it makes safety and security all the more elusive.

As such, he greatly cherishes any period of peace he can get, and safe to say he's utterly in bliss when you, his partner, embody this sense of peace and comfort to him. Stability, I feel, is very important for Cole, esp after all the stuff he went through.

If you stay long enough to be a stable presence in his life, Cole would probably start considering you in his retirement plans for the late future (that maay or may not include marriage hehe). Before getting a partner, he might have dedicated himself fully into Overwatch or continued being a vigilante outlaw, with retirement being an afterthought.

A terrified, wavering scream pierced through the eerily silent woods. Feminine hands wildly snatched at whatever foliage lied before her, swatting a way through the branches and lifted roots, doing her absolute best to not become entombed by such nature and fall behind. Even over the trilling of her heartbeat in her ear, she could still hear it behind her. Was it even still behind her? Her eyes shot in every direction, following intently with every branch snapping and squelching of mud whether it was hers or the beast’s. It came from all around her, surrounding her, damning her to this horrifying hell as she was left in the middle of these forsaken woods cold, soaking wet, and all alone while sporting some nasty injuries.

She kept pushing forward, urged on by nothing more than pure adrenaline at this point. Her palms were numb from grabbing at branches, her fingernails were all chipped and scratched up, dirt muddied her hands and burned at the cuts in her skin. She wasn’t able to move much more out of her way, the pain in her left bicep was becoming too great, throbbing and pulsing the faster her heart thrashed against her ribcage that was starting to feel all too tight now. She was openly bleeding, a deep trio of gashes tore their way through her bicep and destroyed the sleeve of her issued uniform coat, the once proud blue was now a murky purple, blood seeping into the expensive fibers the more she bled out.

The pain was starting to become more present. Her vision was starting to sway and become blurry as she tried to blink away the tears. Her left arm was becoming too heavy to keep up, weakly grasping at branches only to meekly push them away, barely doing anything to get them to move. She was injured elsewhere, too. She was sporting a nasty cut on her right calf, a light gash barely missing her ankle and instead dug right into the back of her leg. She was hobbling now, no longer sprinting as the beast had finally tired the agent out. Her back was also lit ablaze. She couldn’t judge the damage, but she could feel the open wounds torn into her from how the blood dribbled down her back and coattails. She was losing too much blood too fast.

Even as her body tried to shut down, she could still hear it somewhere around her; Snuffling and purring in the darkness, prowling around, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She wasn’t going to give it the satisfaction.

She didn’t know where the relay point was having lost both her compass and communicator when she was jumped by the beast about a mile back, her gun and knife holsters had also been torn from her person which left her with only one pitiful little boot knife to defend herself from a towering monster. She’d never seen anything like it before, it was like something from a horror movie had crawled right off of the silver screen and right into the labyrinth of woods that encased her, drowning her.

She didn’t get a good look at it at first, only catching a glimpse of two yellow eyes cutting through the dark before it pounced on her, nearly overpowering her had it not for have been for the towering trees with tangling roots and branches to halt the thing in its place. She had fallen out of the beast’s clutches onto her back, having to scoot away on her hands and ass, staring up at the thing with wide eyes and her mouth agape as she ignored her wounds at first. It was big, bigger than anyone she’s ever encountered before. It was hairy all over with these big hands that could easily take her out should it so please. A snout carved through the darkness, a long tongue lolling out as its mouthful of fangs glistened in the night. As she scooted back, managing to make it to her feet, she couldn’t help but feel something utterly familiar about the monster before she turned and ran.

She caught glimpses of its eyes here and there, mostly from looking over her shoulder to the void swallowing the foliage behind her. She could smell its rancid breath, gag on the stench of wet dog as it chased her relentlessly.

Something suddenly caught her by the uninjured ankle and cut her off from her hobbling. Her chest smacked the ground first, knocking whatever air out of her and forcing a pathetic wheeze from her lips when she tried to scream. Her jaw ached from where she landed, sore, a shocking pain from the left side of her face where she most definitely dislocated it. Her trembling hands snatched up the muddy grass and roots and tried to push herself up, only managing to have enough strength to prop herself up on her elbows as she weakly looked around. Panting, swallowing thickly, she could taste the blood that started to bite at the back of her tongue as she wildly looked around at the trees for the beast. When she didn’t hear the damned monster, she instead swung her body around as best as she could to her tangled up ankle, biting back the pained scream as her entire body protested. Through the darkness, she could truly see how fucked up her ankle was; Completely twisting in a different direction, boot resting uncomfortably, squeezing tight around her foot and calf as her body did its absolute best to resupply itself with adrenaline.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, rolling over the towering trees and echoing through the woods. A brief flash of distant lightning did so little to light up anything down here- but it did catch something. Her eyes were pinned on one specific group of trees where she had seen it just seconds ago.

It was here.

It was stalking her.

There was no need to keep chasing prey that could no longer run.

She could hear it chuff somewhere around her, almost like it was taunting her for breaking her ankle, belittling her for getting caught. She followed the sounds it made; Stomping through the foliage, branches snapping under its heavy weight, mud sloshing, yet she never caught another glance at it.

Though her heart was trilling in her ears and her body was becoming heavy, fury overpowered her senses. Gritting her teeth, she yanked the boot knife from its strappings on her broken ankle and flipped it open just as the rain started to settle in. She held it out defiantly, her tears mixed with the fat rain droplets that soon soaked her person.

“Come on, you fucker!” she screamed. 

The two yellow eyes appeared through the darkness, gleaming at her, towering over her despite being yards away. She wasn’t going to allow herself to be toyed with, to be food for the beast to play with. She didn’t dare sit up more, opting to just hold the knife with both hands and jut it towards the beast.

Another flash of lightning graced her with an actual view of the beast- smashing the wall of false confidence to pieces when she saw it: As clear as day, a monster- a werewolf - bigger than Reinhardt yet wearing the opposite uniform colors as her.

Barely clinging onto thick dark brown fur was a torn uniform of a Blackwatch soldier.

Cole rubbed his eyes roughly, pinching at his bridge while his temples flared with aching pain. He pulled away with an inhale, not fully opening his eyes as the stark and sterile white of Angela’s office combined with the fluorescent lights burned at his retinas. It wasn’t just how bright everything was, it was also the smell. He almost debated on getting up and leaving the second Angela had him hop up on the examination chair. Everything reeked of bleach and various medicinal cleaners; With a doctor as clean of a freak as Angela, it didn’t surprise anyone if they would walk in to see her scrubbing something down with a toothbrush if they had walked in unexpectedly. He winced when he shifted- not because he was in any pain, but from the noise the waxy paper made underneath him when he moved. It was like nails on a chalkboard, making his ears shriek and ache from such a minor movement.

He woke up not too long ago from yet another horrible nightmare, having barely getting maybe four hours of sleep. It had been the norm for the entirety of the past three weeks since he had woken up. Today, it was maybe half past seven o’clock in the evening when he was brutally woken up.

But this time, something was off.

It was like walking into your home, a home you’ve lived in for so long and knew where exactly everything is- and someone had come and shifted everything ever so slightly. He was knocked off kilter, disoriented, head full of fog and cotton while he had an undeniable feeling that something was horribly wrong. When he sat up in bed, it felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest yet he felt absolutely weightless. Through the darkness of the blackout curtains he had drawn, he could make out where everything is in his room despite always stumbling and tripping over every little thing when there were no lights on.

He was thanking his lucky stars when Angela finally got back to him about medical advice, the good doctor finally managing to get a break in all of the chaos to finally sit down with him and try to figure out what could possibly be wrong with him without Moira being around.

He was completely lost in thought, staring down at his boots firmly planted on the short stair before the examination chair, when Angela knocked sharply three times. Cole winced at the noise, sucking at his teeth for a brief second as the Swiss doctor asked if she could come in. The door slid open to reveal the blonde holding a neat stack of folders and notepads in one hand while the other sported a beige coffee mug nearly filled to the brim and steaming.

“How are we feeling today?” she beamed as she set down her supplies at her little desk by the door.

“Not too great, doc,” Cole muttered as his knee started to bounce unconsciously.

Angela frowned at the statement and quickly opened up her holopad and scrolled through Cole’s files.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you since you were discharged almost one month ago.” Cole didn’t respond, knowing that she was a busy woman and there was not much he could do to help. Angela took the pen that rested on her ear and clicked it, placing the head to her notepad and looked right Cole. “Tell me, what are you currently experiencing?”

He hesitated for a moment. Does he tell her the truth? The full truth? The nightmares about monsters? Turning into one? Nightmares where you’re involved in gruesome ways? Or his eyes? The claws? His teeth? The recurring bouts of rage or the mind-altering lust?

“I, uh- I’m havin’ nightmares, can’t sleep too long. Haven’t slept much since.” Angela started scribbling. “And I think I’m hallucinatin’ because of it.”

“With what you went through, it’s very common to have post-traumatic stress. I’ll refer to one of the therapists after this.” She made a note on the side and then looked at him. “Would you like to tell me what you’re having nightmares about?”

Cole swallowed thickly, hands gripping the edge of the examination table to the point the leather creaked. He can’t be honest with her. Can he? She is a doctor, after all. But whatever she writes down, she may have to report it to Morrison and Reyes if it’s bad enough.

“That thing that used me as a chew toy- Did ya’ll ever find out what that thing was?” he changed the topic.

“Not really. Some Overwatch ground troops recovered files about experimentations, most of them having passed quickly. The one that didn’t, it just… cuts off. It was the same day it all happened.” That didn’t do much to quell the anxiety viciously bubbling in his gut right now. “I’ve seen the photographs recovered as well-” Angela looked horribly uncomfortable, “-and I can’t quite come to understand it myself. It looked… supernatural. It was almost as if Talon was engineering monsters.” Angela cleared her throat as looked back at Cole. “Now, your nightmares. Anything in particular?”

“Mostly about that thing chasin’ me, chasin’ (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)? How is she taking to this? I know she’s been at your side as much as she can be.”

“She’s worried. Terrified, probably.”

“Of what happened to you?”

“Of me.” Angela’s writing cut off quickly. He gripped the leather tight enough to make his knuckles go white. “Ang, you gotta help me. I don’ know what’s happenin’ to me and it’s eatin’ me alive.” He made eye contact with the doctor for the first time since her coming in. “It’s- It’s more than nightmares and not sleepin’. I’m gettin’ violent, nearly tore into Reyes my first day back! I’m hallucinating things happenin’ to me in mirrors and shit. I’m smellin’ all types of shit I shouldn’ be, hearin’ shit when I shouldn’. I’m exhausted! I’m starvin’ all the damn time! I’ve been cravin’ raw meat and shit.” Angela wore a horrified look on her face. “I’m fuckin’ terrified of what’s happenin’ to me, and fuckin’ Moira’s been no goddamn help at all!”

Angela stared blankly off into the distance before turning to her holopad. She scrolled through and typed quickly before seemingly finding what she was looking for. She had a look on her face like it was dawning on her that her husband cheated on her for years, the slow realization that what she thought all this time was actually a lie.

“She pulled blood from you?”

“Yeah- What? Did she find somethin’ and not say shit?”

“She’s been using it in all of these random tests that make no sense.” Her crystal blue eyes scanned the notes and results before she tensed up. “Do you know if she took samples while you all were there? Anything from the labs?”

“We got split up, I don’ know. Why?”

“Because according to this, she’s been testing your blood to see if it matches up with a sample from there.”

“And?”

“It’s a near match in some areas.”

It felt as though he had been sentenced to hang by high noon, like a bullet had shot through his chest, as though he had been plunged in polar waters. A complete shock went all throughout his body, halting everything; even his blood, he swore. All he could feel was the thumping of his heart- not the sound, but the feel - knocking away against his entire chest. Everything that was racing in his mind, going millions of miles an hour, had come to a screeching halt.

He felt like he was going to fucking vomit.

“What does that mean?”

He went back to staring at the floor, hyper-fixated on the pale gray grout surrounding the sterile white tiles, specifically the intersection right under where Angela had been bouncing her leg on. Dread completely blanketed over him. It was like he was being told he had an incurable disease- Hell, that’s really what’s going on here. He was infected, had been this entire time. Whatever that monster spread to him has been changing him ever since he woke up from that damn coma.

“I- I don’t know, Cole.” She tilted the screen of her holopad and hesitantly looked at him before glancing back at her notes. “I’ll find the answers, I’ll confront her if I have to.”

“And what if she doesn’t tell you what’s wrong with me?”

He could feel the anger start to boil inside of him, flooding his senses all so suddenly, clouding his judgment. He could feel his nails start to sink into the leather, feel the ache in his fingertips as those wretched claws spread from his nailbeds. He heard her swallow as she adjusted her glasses, pushing the thick black frames up the bridge of her nose.

“Then I’ll run my own tests, if you’ll let me.”

Something about that really pushed his buttons. He knew deep down that she was doing her absolute best to help him, but something just felt horribly wrong. Running her own tests on him? What was he- some kind of lab rat? Her own little experiment? What would happen to him if it all really did come back that he was going to become that thing? Like the one from his nightmares? Lock him in a cell? Chain him up like some kind of wild animal? Experiment on him until something finally snaps and he does what that beast did a month ago?

He kept his mouth shut, he knew he had to. He bit his tongue a little too hard on sharp teeth. A copper taste ran bitterly through his mouth and down the back of his tongue as his jaw tensed.

Before either of the two could say anything more, Cole’s communicator chirped to life. It startled him, the high-pitched clicks shocked him out of his simmering thoughts and actually made him flinch. Was it always this loud? Glancing at Angela, she wasn’t wincing at the sound like he was, instead, occupying herself with writing down notes and glancing back at her holopad. Fishing the damn thing from his belt, it kept chirping in his ears like church bells until he brought up the screen, silencing the alert.

‘Private Training Room - G. ~ Reyes.’

Pinned to the message was also Shimada, but not Moira. He couldn’t judge if that was a good thing or not as he slid off of the examination chair.

“I gotta go, Ang,” Cole muttered, unsure of how to end this very awkward and terrifying conversation.

Angela took a moment to think over her words before she nodded, watching as Cole stalked past her.

Just as he waved his hand over the sensor to open the door, it had slid open from the other side to reveal Moira. She looked a bit shocked to see Cole standing before her, but she quickly fixed her face to once again appear impassive. In her arms held stacks of folders - some messy and some neatly organized - as well as a few books and some long sheets of paper with what looked to be test results. He caught sight of some small, thin tubes held in her hand; but he couldn’t make out what was inside of them. His blood, if he had to make a guess, most likely congealed or frozen for Angela to test.

“Cassidy,” she hissed.

He had no means to greet her back. Sensing the tension, she stepped aside just enough for Cole to squeeze by. He didn’t make an effort to say goodbye, just keeping his eyes pinned to the end of the hallways as he started for the private training rooms. He could feel their eyes on him, watching intently as he marched away from them. But despite being a good few dozen yards down the hall, he could hear Moira and Angela give sarcastic greetings to one another.

“We need to talk about Cassidy,” he heard Moira state coldly before the door slid shut.

It made his steps falter a bit, Cole having to come to a complete stop only to start back up. Hopefully, Reyes knew something.

He wasn’t expecting you to be there, so imagine his surprise when he opened the door to the last private training room specifically reserved for Blackwatch members to see you and Genji standing there talking with Reyes patiently waiting propped up by the door. As Cole passed into the room, Reyes shot him a look of unknown emotion, most likely faltering on worry. Genji wore his usual cold and closed-off demeanor while you looked to be an absolute bundle of nerves.

This was the first time seeing you in a couple of days with you having to join along on a short transport trip to the Overwatch base in Maine. No doubt that made his sleeping habits even worse. You looked as though you hadn’t slept since you left, the skin under your eyes was dark and your uniform was all wrinkled and your hair was a bit disheveled. Something deep inside of him thought that maybe you knew what was wrong with him, that you were told before he was, that you all were told what the absolute fuck was wrong with him.

“How’re you feeling?” Reyes was the first to break the silence. “Saw you put in an excuse to see Angela. Things looking okay?”

“Don’t know, had to come here.”

Reyes looked away for a moment, an uneasy expression painting over his face. He looked horribly uncomfortable as Genji shot a questioning look at their commander.

“I got back an hour ago. You weren’t in your room,” you piped up. “Genji passed me by and told me that you three were meeting in here.”

Genji looked between the three of you suspiciously, squinting and probably sneering beneath his faceplate. He had no fucking clue what was going on here and probably thought this was supposed to be some sort of training.

It actually looked to be that too. The mats were splayed out on the floor and anchored in, Reyes had a stopwatch next to him hanging up against the wall along with his trusty clipboard. What’s stopping them all from sparring? Surely not you. Right?

The four of you stood there in tense silence for another moment before Reyes cleared his throat. Before he could actually open his mouth, the sliding of the door once again interrupted what was going on. But instead of Moira being the cause, it was Morrison. He wore a stern face, brow low and his lips pulled into a tight frown. Behind him were a few Overwatch soldiers, each wearing the same facial expression as their own strike commander. Morrison stepped inside and looked directly at Cole, boring holes in his soul before quickly glaring at Reyes.

“I need to speak with you,” he spared a glance at the three of you, somewhat softening his gaze when he saw you standing behind Cole at this point, “alone, Reyes.”

Reyes gave Morrison a curt nod before following him out of the private training room before the door quickly slammed shut behind him. Cole was about to try and listen in when he felt your hand barely graze his forearm. Genji had taken up to stand against the wall, leaning with his arms crossed, staring at the floor to avoid listening to you two speak.

Cole turned to face you, his heart and stomach twisting inside of him from the look on your face alone. You looked so worried and so fucking terrified of the entire situation in general, and you were no doubt fed up with everything that’s been going on.

“How are you feeling? You look so tired, Cass,” you murmured up to him. You brought a hand up to his cheek, his thick stubble scratching at your palm and fingers. Your thumb gently caressed along his cheekbone. Your hand was surprisingly cold to the touch, Cole found himself sinking into your hand just a bit, eyes fluttering at the feeling. Your touch sparked something in him, woke something up deep inside of him, suddenly letting him know that he was actually feeling really warm all of a sudden. “You feel really warm, Cole.”

You brought your other hand up to rest along his forehead, taking his temperature. He was blazing hot under your touch, even pushing up his hair to feel even higher. The heat that was rolling off of him in waves was sickening.

“I missed ya, pumpkin,” he crooned. “Could hardly sleep without ya.”

He looked so fucking tired. He had dark circles around his eyes and he seemed very ill. His usual warm and bright honey-brown eyes looked so dull and so very exhausted.

“You sure you’re not coming down with something, cowboy? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m as fit as a fiddle, darlin’. Just needed you by my side again.”

You wanted to believe him, you really did, but something was nagging at you inside and you couldn’t help but trust your gut. You both glanced at the door when Reyes and Morrison started to argue, neither one of you were able to make out what it could be about this time.

All you and Genji could hear were muffled arguments, but all Cassidy could hear was garbled nonsense as a low monotone ringing sounded in the back of his head.

The tone slowly grew louder and louder, pitching higher and higher until it was all so suddenly blinding to him, blocking out every other sound known to his existence. His skull throbbed, temples feeling like they were about to explode as Cole could only holler in pain and grab at his head. His knees nearly crumbled, almost falling to the floor had you not been there to catch him. He clung to you, hands grabbing at your blue and white coat and pulling so tightly the seams all nearly snapped. You couldn’t keep his weight up for long, both of you slowly going down until you both were on the floor, Genji quickly coming to his other side for aid. As much as the cyborg denies everything, he really does care for Cassidy as he was the only one to not treat him like some sort of threat but almost like a brother.

“What’s wrong?” you called out to Cole, gripping one of his burly shoulders. “Is- Is it a migraine? What-”

The doors to the training room slid open, Reyes and Morrison fumbling in, eyes wide in shock.

“What happened?” Reyes barked.

He went to come to Cole’s aid when Morrison seized him by the bicep, pulling him back. The Blackwatch commander reeled back and was about to snap when Morrison beat him to it.

“It’s too late, Reyes! The sun’s gone down, it’s already starting.”

The other Overwatch agents filed in quickly, waiting for Morrison’s order like the good little drones they were ordered to be. You’ve only seen those few just a couple of times, and just from the stories alone, you knew something was horribly wrong.

“What’s starting?” you grit your teeth.

That horrible feeling was back; The pain in his chest like he had been shot right in the heart. It was freezing and boiling at the same time. He felt both heavy and light. He could barely breathe, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as something inside of him felt like it popped. A thin sheen of cold sweat took over his body, making his clothes cling tightly to his brawny body as his hearty tan became pallid.

“He’s turning.” Cole finally was able to let out a short bellow of pain as something thick and heavy crackled from within him. Morrison looked over the other Overwatch soldiers and nodded to you three on the mat. “Get him. Take him downstairs to Cellblock D.”

“You’re not moving him until you tell me what the hell is going on!” you shouted back.

“Step away from him, (Y/n). That’s an order!”

The soldiers advanced towards you, but you didn’t get up. One withdrew the thickest pair of handcuffs you’ve ever seen since working here, they were a special pair made up of silver and circuits. They were apparently used in only certain occasions.

“Not until you tell me what’s happening.” You glared over at Reyes who was standing by the doorway still, a look of guilt and horror painted on his scarred face. “Reyes!”

Reyes looked so remorseful towards you, bushy eyebrows pinched in worry. You’ve never seen him like this, never seen him back down from Morrison so easily and especially without a fight.

“Get away from him, (Y/n),” he ordered gently.

When you didn’t move out of shock that Reyes finally agreed with Morrison on, the Blackwatch commander nodded his head towards you. Genji suddenly took and pulled you away, locking your arms behind your back when you struggled against him and tried to break loose.

“Genji, what are you doing?” you spat at him.

Cole let out another cry of pain, hunching in on himself as he took two big handfuls of the mat and tore into them like they were paper. He was quickly swarmed by the Overwatch soldiers as you both watched horrified. Cole suddenly seized up and tried to fight back but was quickly outnumbered and outmatched, being wrestled back to the ground, forcing his hands behind his back and cuffing him like he was a criminal. Except, when the handcuffs tightened, Cole hollered in pain as though he was being burned- And from what you could see, it really did appear that the handcuffs were burning his wrists. The skin around them became red and agitated, his hands twitching and seizing, fingers curling and his veins bulged from the pain. They yanked him up and surrounded him, the one that took his place behind Cole seized by the collar of his Blackwatch uniform and they all marched, Morrison quickly leading them out of the training room.

Genji quickly released you when they were starting down the hall and you tried to catch up only for Reyes to catch you in a bear hug. You cried out, calling for Cole, screaming at Morrison, cursing the day Reyes was born and ordering him to let you go.

“(Y/n)!” he barked, locking you against him just as Genji had done just a minute ago. “You can’t stop this!”

You somehow managed to worm your way out of his grasp and stumbled, catching yourself on the wall. You shot a nasty look back at Reyes, panting like a wild animal and wiped away the hair that clung to your sweaty face. Tears had started to trickle down your cheeks and you didn’t even bother to wipe them away.

“What’s Morrison gonna do to him? Why Cellblock D?”

“(Y/n)-”

“What the fuck has been going on? Ever since he came back barely alive it’s been all fucking secrets!”

“If you would just-”

“You told me! You told me you’d tell me. That I would be the first to know! What the hell is happening to Cole?!”

Reyes had grabbed you again, this time by your shoulders, fingers digging in uncomfortably.

Cassidy : 

I feel like he won’t outright admit it but you can definitely tell

“I ain’t even jealous. Don’t got a single jealous bone in my body.” (He proceeds to glare at the man who just talked to you)

He gets pretty handsy when he’s jealous and will butt into the conversation you’re having

“Yeah.. Well I need Y/N! Do ya mind?” (They better not mind if they don’t want a fight)

He drags you off and just talks about random stuff to fill the awkward silence. He does NOT wanna talk about it.

“You were jealous.” “Nah. You can kiss me to make up for it though.” “I swear to god Cass-”

Just kiss him and make him feel special LMAO

The new recruit kept going on and on with praises and thank yous for saving his life. You waved them off, saying it was just all part of the job. You could tell he was a little awestruck, still being new to the job. You had been kind enough but he was getting a little annoying. Thankfully your hero in shining cowboy boots was here for the rescue.

“Do ya’ mind? I need to take Y/N. Mission talk and all that.” Cassidy raises an eyebrow at the guy, waiting for a response. The kid puts his hands up in defeat and murmurs a no. Cass just hummed in acceptance, hand gripping at your wrist. You could only grin when you saw the red flush of his face, pulling you out of the room. 

As soon as you were out of hearing distance, you began teasing the man. 

“Is someone embarrassed and jealous? Think some recruit is gonna beat my love for you?” You rubbed circles in his hand as he scoffed in denial.

“Nah, I’m always better. And I am not embarrassed! Or jealous for that matter! Now.. Give me a kiss. I love ya’ too!” 

Moira : 

My gal’s a MENACE

“Oh.. Is this your.. Friend?” She looks them up and down and gives them the most disgusted look.

You have to smack her in the side to behave and she just rolls her eyes

“I was just trying to make conversation, dear.” 

The person walks away and Moira just continues to ask questions about them, moreso concerned as to why you would talk to them.

“Baby, I’m not some god-” “You could be though.” “For the last time I’m not doing that experiment!”

One of Moira’s lab assistants had brought her younger sister in for the day. You had done whatever you could to appease her curiosity and keep her entertained while the other two were off doing lord knows what. 

“So then you-”

“Who.. is this? A friend of some sort?” Moira’s voice boomed from behind you, making you jump.

“Moi! You about scared me to death. This is your assistant's sister. She was just visiting the lab.” You explained and the woman nodded. 

“Yes, well, dear girl, your sister is already on her way to the car. You best be off.” Her demanding presence made the other girl quake, practically booking it.

Your girlfriend turned to go brew herself a coffee, letting out an awkward cough.

“You are worth more than just being a measly tour guide, you know. You should’ve told me that little mouse was on the premises.” 

You could only roll your eyes at her protectiveness, sighing. 

“Moira, there’s no need for that. She was kind! I am not THAT special.” 

“Then you do not perceive what I do, dear.” Her genuine smile lit up your heart, leaning in to give her a kiss.

Kiriko : 

She’s not THAT jealous but you can tell she’s a little put off

She acts normal and nice but the second they walk away she’s gonna be all over you

“Kir, not here.” “Oh please, they need to know their place.” (Sly bastard)

She definitely won’t let the two of you move until she gets a bunch of kisses ;^)

“See, it was that simple babe!”

The festival was packed and you shuffled between the people in search of your girlfriend. You felt the anxiety wavering at your body, pulling off to the side.

“Oh dear, are you alright? Can I get you a drink?” A younger woman at the stall next to you questioned, her eyes softening. You nodded at the generosity, thanking her as she passed you some water. 

“Y/N! Oh, Y/N! I thought I lost you there. Are you alright?” Kiriko had pushed the woman out of the way, checking to see if you were okay. You nodded and sent an apologetic glance to the other woman. She just shrugged and smiled, continuing to selling her vendor foods. 

Kiriko’s eyes gazed between the two of you and shook her head, hands rubbing up and down your arms. You could tell she was a little offput by the woman, hands gripping at you a bit tighter than usual. 

“Iko, why don’t we go home?” You whispered and she nodded, lips melting to your cheek.

“Anything my little troublemaker wants.”

Hanzo : 

“I do not get jealous, you belong to me.”

He tells himself that and then five minutes later you find the other guy with a black eye

“I know you beat him up.” “You are losing it.”

I feel like Hanzo has a lot of control issues, not in an obsessive way, he just really doesn’t want to lose you. He will do whatever it takes to keep you safe!

Just have a conversation with him in bed, he’ll admit to it while he’s tired. Otherwise, good luck getting it out of him!

“I don’t know what you mean.” Hanzo’s gruff voice lilted in denial, face scrunched in anger. You could only snort, hand rubbing against his bicep. The whole night he had refused to admit that he was jealous. You were having a casual conversation with Cassidy when he had gotten back from his mission, waiting in the corner for you to be finished. Truth be told, it was more like pouting in the corner from lack of attention. Usually when he had got off the jet you were waiting like a puppy to pounce on him - but not this time! 

“You just wanted attention and were jealous of Cass!” You teased at him again and he rolled over, back facing you in the bed. Running your hand across his torso, you snuggled into the taut muscles.

“I don't need attention. I was not jealous.. Just.. Waiting for you to be done.” He murmured, voice tired with defeat. You only hummed, smirk getting wider.

It's adorable because he'll also flirt in Portuguese, calling you all sorts of sweet nicknames like handsome/beautiful, or other little nicknames.

At first when you both met, he didn't explain what he was saying so later after learning some of his native language, it started to make all the sense in the world.

When you call him "bonito" for the first time, he's super shocked and he gets all flustered because he knows you understand what he's saying.

He's also a massive flirt, when he first meets you and when you make it official, still the biggest flirt you've probably ever know.

Another thing, this man only really seems to swear in Portuguese when he's genuinely pissed off, so you'll know when it's a bad day at whatever job he's working.

This man absolutely loves sunsets and sunrises. The colors. The display. All of it he absolutely loves.

This man also loves art in general. Paintings that seem to call out to him are ones of forests, sunsets, animals, and stars.

He cannot paint worth shit but he loves to admire it.

If you two ever have a proposal, he'd definitely do it under the stars at a place that means the most to you both.

He would get a big ring with a big gem, but if you ask for otherwise, he'll make sure it's small yet beautiful <3

His favorite colors are red and blues. (I'd say green if it's a normal universe but if we're talking after Raccoon, it reminds him of his uniform and brings back memories so he's not too fond of owning clothing with green or things green.)

If we're talkin' a normal universe or AU, he's a family man. He'll take you to see his family, tell them thousands of stories about you, and makes sure that his siblings don't terrorize you, especially the two younger ones.

His love language is physical touch (or pebbling - meaning giving little gifts that remind him of you) and he likes to receive love by time.

Now about the pebbling, he'll find some sort of rock that could he a red tint and say it reminds him because of your fiery personality.

At this point you have like three different jars of stuff he brings to you, it's adorable but makes finding space sometimes a difficult thing, but you manage

Now if we're in raccoon city or shit is still south with the zombies, he pebbles by finding things you need.

That being ammunition, bandages, and so on.

He's a sweetheart really, he may not show it but he's fragile inside.

He hears you get hurt, his heart drops and he panics until you make it back, even if it's emotionally. (Mostly after everything in Raccoon, as any person, he'd panic easily.)

He's got a big heart so it's easy to get it hurt with other people, but if he catches onto someone being rude and using him, he kills them with kindness.

Hes got a death stare, it's rare but DAMN.

Makes everyone go silent, especially if someone is being annoying to you and flirting with you to the point of you feeling scared and uncomfortable.

That glare is rare though and he rarely uses it around you <3 (mostly because he doesn't catch himself doing it half the time)

Let's leave it off with a soft one for him

He loves to slow dance with you in the living room, any slow song, he'll dance to and he'll carefully hold your hips with one hand while the other holds your face, peppering you with kisses like mad.

Cassidy General Headcannons <3

First off, this man.. Has no filter.

Hes honest to his core.

If anyone in Overwatch asks for his opinion on something, he's brutally honest.

He hates sugar coating with a passion.

He likes to hold your hips, as long as you're comfortable with it, and sway you back and forth to some country song he'll either sing or him to you.

His love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, he prefers to receive love with acts of service or physical touch.

He is touch starved but he hates showing it, he thinks its one of his weaknesses

give him a hug or kiss please

He loves being close to you during missions, he will protect you fiercely and do almost anything for you.

He loves watching the little things you do, like fixing your shirt because it's being stupid, mostly because of the faces you make.

He loves your little expressions you do

He also loves it when you get excited.

HE WILL AND CAN PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU AROUND, ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE WOUNDED.

He will insist to do it over anyone else. If someone tried he will be slightly disappointed but he will keep trying to ask to carry you.

His swearing is hilarious, it's a bad habit and goodness he's a sailor more than half the time.

If someone chews him out over something, he will say the most Cassidy thing he can like.. "Sorry to disappoint ya, but I ain't changing for even god darlin'." most likely followed by a wink

He will try not to smoke around you if you request him to, he's very respectful of boundaries and will not push.

If someone pushes your boundaries, he will tell them what for.

His favorite color is reds, silvers and blacks <3

HE LOVES SNUGGLING, he won't actually be physically affectionate in front of strangers but with everyone in overwatch, he will show you off.

His reputation he doesn't want being ruined thinking he's gone soft OR having some bad people get ahold of the information and knowing you were his true weakness.

He can not lose you, if he does, he will spiral into a dark pit of depression, drinking and smoking them damn cigars until he drinks and smokes his way into an early grave.

Now, if he drinks around you, it's little amounts and that's all he drinks in total. He thinks that around you he will try and better himself even if it's slightly, just for you.

This means less drinking, which are first he was annoyed with but he never took it out on you and didn't give up.

In the end, he drinks a healthier amount and he smokes still like crazy but that's addiction for you. He will try and work on that sooner or later though.

HOWEVER, DON'T EXPECT THIS TO HAPPEN OVER NIGHT.

This was very much so a comfort for Cole when he was in Deadlock and Blackwatch.

It still is.

It will take a lot of courage and a lot of personal growth for him to finally stop.

He loves you yes, but this is something that will take him more than what it took to cut back on the drinking.

He loves cats more so than dogs.

Dogs get up in his face and he's usually got a cigar and he doesn't want them getting burned.

He also doesn't like the smell dogs have.

He doesn't mind them though, just least likely to show them affection.

If he ever gets settled down and buys a home, the first thing he's getting is a cat.

A rescue at that.

Hes got a soft spot for kids, he'll show them tricks and he'll spend time with them, he will also try so damn hard to protect their innocence since his was short lived when he was younger.

He grew up too fast and wouldn't want that for other kids.

He doesn't out right show he cares though but when you look away, don't be shocked if you see him with his hat off and on the kids head when you look back.

<3

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