Overwatch x Reader

McCree x Reader: Storyteller

This story made me crave nachos.

There was just something about you that just didn't sit right with that cowboy. The moment you were put into the revamped Overwatch, he had a feeling in his gut that he couldn't quite place. Whenever he saw you, you seemed to have a spark in your eyes or a glow that Emanated from you like a halo of sunshine. It made him wary whenever you were around, just so he wouldn't have his brown eyes catch your gaze on accident. He didn't know how to act around you, or what to do with his feelings other than bury them. There were things he rather left unsaid; unknown to everyone including you. But you weren't like many people, people that would have left the cowboy to his devices and vices. You were a bit pushy, a bit stubborn, and a bit nosy.

"So how's the local cowboy doing?" You asked as you lean over the bar table, resting your arms on the polished black granite. This was a place you knew he resided every Friday night, and you would sometimes come around with other co-worker friends just to talk to him. You found him mysterious enough to be interesting, something out of a western fantasy. His eyes narrowed and crow's feet set in the corners of his eyes; even the prosthetic arm made your mind spin with questions of what stories this guy might be able to tell. And you were all ears... That is if you could get anything out of him this time. He never lets himself get too drunk when you're around, not like the job would like it anyways.

"Just the usual, Y/N." McCree keeps his gaze on his whiskey glass in his hands, swirling the maple-colored liquid lazily in the glass cup.

"Sounds like you had a rough day." You tried to catch his eyes, but he never faced you. He rarely does.

He shrugged his shoulders, "More or less." He took a sip from the glass. "I'm thinking your day must have been something special, seeing as you're over here talking to me." McCree said it dryly, almost belittling himself. Your eyebrows scrunched up in concern, how bad was his day?

"I don't talk to you just to brag, I just want to learn more about you." Seeing this as a possible long conversation, you ordered water and some nachos from the bartender. This might get interesting.

McCree let out a wry laugh, "Like you'd need to know. I don't know if you've noticed, but I ain't one to tell stories. "

You rolled your eyes, "Nonsense. I never met a person who's never had a story to tell. And you look like someone who's been on plenty of adventures I'd love to hear about." Your order of nachos and a tall glass of iced water came in next to you. "If you can tell me one good story, I'll consider splitting my nachos with you. How's that?"

He sighed, wondering what you could find so interesting about him. All he was was a cowboy, a former bounty hunter with a price on his head, and a hardworking man who wanted to drink in peace. What he was scared of more than anything is if you start asking for more once he tells you one of his stories. Maybe he could joke his way out of it, bullshit something you would know would be fake? Nah, he couldn't do that to you. He'd never hear the end of it. Alright, he'll pull up a story just for you. An oldie but goodie.

"It was back when I was new to Blackwatch and still adjusting to the lifestyle. I've been living in Deadlock gorge for two years with the Deadlock Rebels up until Commander Reyes caught me. To say I was unhappy about it would be an understatement. In fact, I was furious... Mostly at myself. I had to give up my friends in that gang to save my own hide. So I took out that anger on other people, including Reyes."

You kept your mouth shut, not wanting him to end his tale until he finished. He'd probably stop telling it the moment you asked a question. Luckily, you have heard of Gabriel Reyes before from Fareeha and Tracer.

McCree continued, "One day Reyes decided to push my training with no smoke breaks... And I wasn't too happy about that. The only break I had was lunch break, and I had a plan to get back at him. Was never a great planner-never had the brains for it- but I sure had the determination to go through with it. Reyes would always wear these elastic-waisted sweatpants for each training session... So the moment he had his hands on the plate of cafeteria food, I knew it was time to strike."

You raised a brow at him as McCree looked back at you.

"I pantsed him. Pulled down his sweatpants in front of the entire cafeteria." He added.

McCree let out a chuckle, "And Reyes gave me this death glare that could kill a man just by looking at it. I ended up getting myself in more trouble than I ever had before. Reyes started making me train late at night for two months. Taught me a valuable lesson: never prank your boss. The end."

You laughed as you moved the half full nacho bowl towards McCree, "You've earned it. It was a good story." The grin you had on your face made that feeling in McCree's gut come back again. Hell, he hoped telling you that old tale wasn't going to be something he would regret. But yet again, how could anyone hold a prank gone wrong over his head?

"Thanks." He said as he dipped one of the chips into the small salsa bowl in the center.

"Well, I think I should get going." You didn't want to push for more time with him. He seemed to have wanted to be alone the moment you arrived, and you didn't want to take away that time. All you wanted to hear was a good story from him, and that's what you got. Didn't matter if you wanted to stay longer; that was your deal with him. What you didn't take into account was McCree enjoying his time with you as much as you enjoyed your time with him.

"What if I buy you a drink? Would you tell me one of your stories?"

You couldn't hold back your giggles from bubbling up, he was just too cute. "Alright, cowboy, get me a virgin Margarita."

From there, you spent the rest of the evening telling tales from the past. Embarrassing stories, funny stories, and weird dreams. Empty appetizer plates and bowls stacked on top of one another, along with empty glasses on each side of where the two of you sat. To say that you had a good time was an understatement; you had the best time. Eventually, it was 2 am and the two of you were walking back to the base; since it wasn't too far from the bar.

"We should do this more often." McCree grins. The feeling in his gut was faintly there, but the more he started to hang out with you tonight he found he didn't mind. "Let's say... same bar every Friday at 7:30?"

"I'd love to." You shared his grin and the both of you parted to your separate dorms for the night. There was the thought in both of your minds that this must have been a date, but neither one of you mind the idea. You found solace in the sound of McCree's smooth voice, and the way his eyes lit up with each story he told. He smelled like tobacco and held the cinnamon scent of fireball whiskey. You wouldn't mind his company one bit. And his feelings were mutual; he loved the way you laughed and your own stubborn determination. He couldn't wait for next Friday. Neither could you. After all, the two of you are attracted to one another like a moth to an open flame.