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It was like it was yesterday,a 4 year old child played in a field of flowers with there parents until -..||read on to see the whole story ||it was almost like you changed the way he saw you the way everyone saw you .

You're just a full time waitress being paid next to nothing in a diner that's right in the base of operations of the dreaded Deadlock Gang. Everything seemed gloomy there on out until a certain young cowboy comes striding in with the usual charm he possesses, perhaps he'll take his food and your heart to go! (I'm so sorry) First fic on here so please be gentle on my poor soul!! ;u;

Hiring a new Agent at Overwatch was bad enough. Being his dorm partner and having to share a bathroom with him? Even worse. When I joined Overwatch, I expected grueling missions and long nights. What I didn't expect was Jesse McCree: the cocky, reckless gunslinger with a reputation as a criminal, a traitor, and an ex-Deadlock outlaw. Now, I'm stuck working with him, living next door to him, sharing a bathroom with him, and every encounter turns into an argument or a spar. I don't trust him. I don't even like him. But when the cracks in his past start showing and things get intense in the Overwatch headquarters, I realize one thing. The only thing worse than working with McCree - is wanting him.

This is the second story to a book called "The Two Gunslingers" A book from my old account. When you were younger you met the Gunslinging idiot that soon became your friend, then best friend. In the beginning, living was hard but you both were found, taken in by Overwatch and moved into Blackwatch. Your Uncle took care of the two of you, and you both rose to the top. Things were great for the two of you. But the story is just beginning But also a continuation of "The Two Gunslingers"

This is my first story so if I do anything about spelling,missing things and all that stuff just tell me :)( btw all art in this story is not mine unless I say it's mine) Also this story was inspired by the McCree x reader book "All My Eye" so check that out if you haven't already

You were Young when you First met Jesse Mccree. He was a year older than you, making him sixteen. At first impression you could care less about him and his gang, but after an incident with Talon, he soon became your friend. Then he became your best friend... but what were to happen if you started to grow feelings toward the cowboy? That my friend, is for you to find out. Yo, adding this now before I forget. I have moved accounts because this one is messed up. Once this book is finished the account will never be opened again, no more posting or anything. Though there will be a second book after this on my other account. If you would like you can go check it out @FlameWolf0515

I live for writing cliche Valentine's day tropes and for Overwatch, (and x readers). Also i hate myself. (Requests are open)

just some things decided to put it here just so that I actually have some material im a McCree-obsessed piece of garbage ok-

I never intended to write headcanons but I just got this random text boost for headcanons. Idk if it makes sense BUT I'M REALLY EXCITED HEHEH!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN HEADCANONS FROM ANY FANDOM THAT I POSSIBLY KNOW SOMETHING OF!!

Your guilt is killing you, And McCree wishes you would let it go, the past is the past... (I don't own overwatch, so I unfortunately don't own McCree either... wrote this with inspiration from who it's dedicated to!)

There was a close knit of three in the Deadlock Gang. However, a turn goes for the worst and the trio of friends break apart. One remains leader of the Deadlock Gang and one is sent to jail. However- you were left to be buried in the harsh desert and its searing hot sun until you're found by Moira. Moira brings you into Blackwatch and you were revived to life in the confines below Overwatch. The thing is, can you be saved from yourself or will McCree have to find a silver bullet for your demise? (Jesse McCree x Reader)

Y'all really wanted a McCree x Reader so here ya go!!!!! Also it is going to be my first time writing a fanfiction where the reader can be GENDER NEUTRAL so all readers can enjoy it! Again this is my first gender neutral story so please be patient with me. Happy Pride and plz vote if you enjoy this fanfic!!!!!

Soap Operas and Love Triangles just weren't your style. Until Now. Caught between an Archer, a Cowboy, and saving the world has suddenly become your new reality. Welcome to the Team, Agent. Yo it's Snake! And i'm revamping my old story Perfect Shots from my previous account! Yes, it's still me, and yes I still have rights to my own story. Overwatch and all its characters are owned by Blizzard Entertainment, but this story is owned by me :P

Jesse McCree has always been somewhat of a mystery to Y/N; acting warm and welcoming to every agent in the newly reformed Overwatch. When it came to them, however, all they got was the cold shoulder for unknown reasons. It wasn't until a last minute mission to the bitter icy lands of Russia and a silly bet that Y/N realized the real reason McCree has treated them so coldly. This is a slowburner read that I started on my Overwatch x Reader story. I'll be posting two bonus chapters in this story that I didn't post in the other story. Enjoy reading! Sidenote: There is nudity in this if you count underwear as being nude (no smut). Reader is also referred to as they/them. I don't own any of the Overwatch characters because if I did, then we would have Zenyatta lore. *This story was written before McCree's name change. The story is not going to be altered to change Jesse McCree into Cole Cassidy. This not to disrespect the character, but to keep this story as is.*

McCree decides to invite you over to his house for a movie. Things get intimate as the night goes on. Who knows what will happen?

(Y/n) works in a rundown family café. reading a book to them self to pass the time,they gently place the book down and begin to make them self a cup a joe for them self. The machine made loud noises of grinding beans that they hadn't heard the front door bell chime, nor the spur of cowboy boots until the machine stopped.