Overwatch one shots

The Quick and The Dead

I met a man the other day on my way back to Japan, and his name was Jesse. He talked a lot on the plane and was a nice man. Bought me drinks and made sure I ate, which was also a little suspicious. I mean, I was already hammered on the plane before I got on, so I would take anything to drink. Jesse handed me a paper with his number on it and a smiley face next to it. Could he be gay? Well, him buying me drinks and giving me his number gives it away.

I took a deep breath after lighting an incense then sat back and relaxed. The curtains ruffled, which caught my attention, so I got up from my chair, cautiously checking behind the curtains. Nothing. Footsteps came from behind me, so I turned and saw a shadow, which soon disappeared after I stared at it.

Maybe I'm hallucinating, but why would I? I don't do any drugs, that's weird. The living room was silent. Nothing. I probably need water. Yeah, water is all I need. My head is hurting so maybe I need meds.

The sound of the fridge dispensing ice instead of water made me jump. Jesus I'm so easily frightened. I got my water and left the cup on the counter as I searched for something that could help my headache. Nothing. Oh well, I can just drink my water.

Once I finished my glass of water, I felt...sleepy...so tired...I just...just wanna go to sleep. I let myself fall to the floor, passing out. Why am I so tired all of a sudden? Nobody could've possibly put anything into my drink, I'm home alone.

I heard mumbling near me and moved around a bit, whining. What time is it? I sure hope I'm in my room. I'm being fucked with by someone...that someone could be my brother. Genji went missing years ago though. He's gone, why would he come back?

"A-are you awake?" This guy must be nervous. You can't just drug someone and be nervous after.

"What?" I barely opened my eyes, clearing my throat.

"Oh good, you're alright. I don't think you know that I live one floor below you. It's me, Jesse. I heard a thud and you didn't answer so I came to check on you. I hope you don't mind." So he didn't drug me, great. But who would be able to drug me just like that? Too much to worry about. He also mentioned getting into my house, but how could someone else get in so quietly?

"I'm fine, I just...uhm...passed out. Yeah, it's just a thing that I have..." I slowly began to mumble rather than talk.

"It just scared me, that doesn't normally happen in the US, but when it does, someone dies. Sorry to bother you. I-I can leave-" I quickly sat up, shaking my head.

"Please don't." I sighed, bringing my knees to my chest. "Sorry." I mumbled, Jesse's arms being wrapped around me.

"Don't apologize, if you need someone then I can stay here." He's perfect. I need him. I desire him. He's all I ever wanted for a boyfriend.

"Hold me, p-please." I climbed onto his lap, sighing. He's so strong but incredibly kind and caring. He is the one from the plane.

"I have a few questions," Jesse weaved his fingers through my hair, keeping my head against his chest. "Do you remember anything at all from the plane ride?" I paused, thinking hard about that. Do I remember anything? I don't think so.

"I only remember you buying me drinks. I owe you a lot of money for that-" "no, no. You don't owe me anything." He cut me off, trying to move around to get comfortable. The two of us laid down together, and I listened to his heart beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"I really like you, honestly." As I said that, his heart went a bit faster. "No need to get nervous." His arm wrapped around me, easing a bit after I pressed myself up against him.