Overwatch x Reader

McCree x Reader: The Crush Part One

Reader POV:

Overwatch was never the place I imagined I would be working at as a kid. But life throws you in many directions. The situation I was in was nowhere different.

Situation: I have a crush on one of my co-workers.

My job is simple: work the desk job and filed paperwork for Soldier:76 aka Mr.Morrison. It's boring but it pays the bills. Also because I genuinely love the people I work with, I've made myself some great friends from this job that I know will have my back: Mr.Morrison, Tracer, Winston, Genji, Lucio, and even the Junkers. Yet somehow the most unordinary man with the most unordinary clothes comes into my thoughts every now and then.

I knew him through my work, me filling reports for him and setting him up on missions. Mr. Jesse McCree with his southern draw and BAMF belt. As soon as he walked in, I wondered if this was the same McCree on the file. No doubt that he was gorgeous: his tan skin paired with his hazel eyes. And also the muscular build but that was expected since he's out on the field most of the time. But the outfit was a bit ridiculous, like he was playing some kind of character. I pushed that aside as I put together my paperwork.

"Hello Mr.McCree. Please, take a seat." I gestured for him to sit down across from my desk.

"No need with the formalities, just call me McCree." he said as he sat down.

I was a bit shocked but tried my best to stay focused.

"Ok, McCree. As I was looking over your file, I saw that you haven't taken the proper physical exam that all Overwatch members take yet."

"Really now? Back when I worked in Blackwatch, we didn't have to do all these exams."

Blackwatch? I looked over the file again to see that he was once affiliated with Blackwatch as well as the Deadlock Gang. Surprising to say the least.

"Things are indeed different, but you should at least get the exam done. It's important for me to have the information about your physical condition on your file."

"Well all you gotta do is stare at me." He gestures to the rest of his body. "Don't I look healthy?"

My eyes looked up and down McCree's body, I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Was he flirting with me?

McCree chuckles, "Just messing with you. I'll make sure to get it done soon, miss?"

"Y/N L/N." 

"Well," He gives me a firm handshake, " See you soon Miss Y/N L/N."

McCree walks out of my office, leaving me speechless and confused.

Ever since then, he's been around the corner somewhere in every room it seems. This cowboy would say his hellos to me and then on the occasion he would throw a compliment my way.

"Don't you look mighty fine this morning?" Is basically the summary of every compliment he's given me combined. 

Is he showing interest in me? I don't know. Am I overthinking this? Probably.

But it's getting to the point of these feelings are affecting me socially.

Every time I see McCree, I try my best to avoid him. See him talking to Genji? Leave the room. He's walking in the same direction as you? Walk the other way. It's gotten to a point when Tracer started to notice. When we were walking to the training room, I saw McCree in there practicing firing his peacekeeper.

 "Let's go grab something in the cafeteria before we practice." I turn the other way and walked quickly away from the training room. Tracer blinked in front of me, "What's going on, love? You're been acting strange for the past few weeks. Every time we go somewhere together, you see something and then we go somewhere else."