Overwatch Fantasies

McCree x Male Reader: Need

Part Thirty-Five: McCree x Male Reader - Need

Rating: MODERATE

Author's Note: I'm back and I've been wanting to write this cute, sappy story for a while now. I'm low on requests, so send me your ideas and I will verbalise them! This was partially inspired by the song Fire On Fire by Sam Smith, and I would highly recommend giving it a listen. Regarding content, you've always known Jesse has had a troubled past and after one rocky night, he disappears. Will Jesse come back and inform you of what his haunting him or will his old ghosts be too much for you to handle?

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I heard him mumbling next to me, murmuring my name. His brown waves were matted against his forehead, as I ran my fingers through the dampened strands of hair. His breathing intensified. Tears were leaking out of his eyes, as I kissed them away, snuggling into his chest, pulling him against my own body. He was unresponsive to my touch, as his voice grew louder. It was needy, contrasting his usual independent and cold persona.

'Water' I heard him breathe, as he grabbed at my hand, stroking it with his bionic thumb.

I kissed his reddened cheek, as I threw the sheets away from my scorching body. I ran down the stairs, nearly tripping over the rails. I dashed into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and turning the tap on. My hands were shaking, as the liquid filled the cup slowly.

I froze, as I heard him screaming my name, as I heard a ruckus upstairs. I dropped the water, as he came running into the kitchen, glass shattering everywhere. He looked a mess. His eyes were red, and tears were flooding down his cheeks. He looked as if he couldn't breathe.

'Jesse' I cried, stepping over the broken glass to take him in my arms. His body was rising and falling, shrouding me in his heat.

'Where were you?' he grumbled, his voice cracked and broken. I heard him sniffle into my shoulder, as he tried to put on a brave front.

'I was getting you a drink' I explained, kissing the nape of his neck.

'I need some air' Jesse said abruptly, pulling away from me. He was shutting down.

'I'll come with you' I started, not caring about my naked attire.

'No' he said coldly, as I heard the door slam behind him.

I felt a lump form in my throat before swallowing it, upset and worried sick about him. I knew Jesse had a complicated past, and I never pressed him for more details. I wanted him to tell me in his own time.

I grabbed a dustpan out of the bottom cupboard and began sweeping up the broken glass, before taking a swig of the whiskey on the kitchen table. I knew I wouldn't get a wink of sleep until he came home.

I looked at my phone, frowning at the time. It had just gone 3 in the morning. I stifled a yawn, forcing myself to stay awake. I drummed my fingernails over the phone screen, hoping he would call and tell me he would be home soon.

The hours ticked by, as dawn seared through the window, blinding me. Jesse wasn't coming home. I felt two tears roll down my cheeks, as my eyes burned. I needed sleep, but I wouldn't give up on him. I would wait as long as it took.

I hugged my knees, as the morning sun danced upon my skin, sweat surfacing and evaporating on my heated face.

I waited all day, my eyes glued to the front door, while every now and then, I checked my phone. I wasn't sure if he'd taken it on his way out, but it was comforting knowing I'd be there to answer if he called.