I have a BW!Mccree x reader request pls hear me out! Moira turns Jesse into a lil kiddo in one of her experiments. Gabe tells Reader to take care of Jesse until Moira finds a cure. Reader spends her day with kiddo Jesse and like that... until Reader needs to give Jesse a bath! When she was washing him Jesse suddenly turns into 17 again. Cute bebe becomes a hot cowboy again. A bit akward and fluffy moment between reader and Mccree lmao.. LOVE YOUR FICS THO!!!
WHAT A REQUEST WOWOWOW TY
Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were walking past Moira's lab to get to training. You heard Commander Reyes' usual grumpy voice, but he was yelling at Moira which was uncharacteristic.
"How did this happen?" he demanded.
"I don't know exactly, but I'm working on a cure. Your yelling is holding me up," her cool reply came.
Reyes let out a huff and stomped out of her lab with a young boy clinging onto his hand.
"Oh, thank god you're here," Reyes said, spotting you trying to hurry away. "Long story, but I have a million things to do today. Moira turned McCree into this little kid and she's working on a fix but until then, someone needs to look after him. I'll give you the day off training if you look after him and make sure he doesn't die."
"Umm," you hesitated, looking down at the tiny version of the man you had intense feelings for.
"Come on," Reyes said. "I'll give you tomorrow off too."
"Deal," you beamed, beckoning the mini McCree over, taking his hand in yours.
"I'll come find you when she's got it sorted."
With that, Reyes jogged off to attend to his "millions of things to do."
You crouched down to McCree's eye level.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" you asked.
You were met with a blank stare.
McCree looked around the hallway, toddling off down the long hall. You groaned. This was going to be a long day.
You made sure McCree was fed, could get to the bathroom and was kept out of trouble all day. Most of the day had gone by and there was still no word from Reyes. You sighed as you looked at the now dirty and grime covered McCree.
"Maybe letting you play outside was a mistake," you said, picking him up and deciding it was time for a bath.
You arrived to your room and put McCree down as you drew a bath. He toddled around your room, looking at your things and digging through your things, finding a pair of your underwear and putting them on his head. You came back in your room to find him running around with the underwear on his head, running around.
"Oh no, get back here!" you said, chasing him and grabbing hold, tearing the underwear off his head.
You scowled at him for his behaviour as you stripped him down and put him into the bath.
"This is so weird," you said with a sigh, scrubbing his hair. "I finally get to spend time with you but you're a little kid who doesn't know anything from anything."
You rinsed the shampoo from his hair and soaped him up to clean away the dirt and grime.
"I don't have the courage to tell you how much I like you," you lamented to yourself as much to the child who couldn't understand what you were saying.
"Hah, listen to me," you scoffed. "Confessing my feelings to a kid. How sad."
You rinsed the soap off and turned to grab a towel to dry him off.
"Alright, let's get you dr-"
You turned back to McCree, but we're greeted by a very much full-sized, back to normal McCree.
"What the hell?" you screamed, dropping the towel.
"What happened?" McCree's familiar drawl asked as he tried to cover himself. "Why am I back to normal? Why now??"
"I don't know!" you cried, picking up the towel and throwing it at him.
"Why are you yelling at me?" McCree cried, standing and fumbling to cover himself with the towel.
"I don't know, why are you yelling at me?" you asked, standing and running out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
You panted as you leaned against the door, freaking out. McCree was back to normal and he was in your bathroom - and he was naked!
The bathroom door suddenly opened and you caught yourself before falling.
McCree emerged, a towel around his waist and another towel in his hands as he dried his hair.
"I'm sorry for freakin' out," McCree said, sheepishly. "I really appreciate you looking after me all day. Makin' sure I didn't do anythin' stupid."
"Did… did you mean what you said in there?" he asked.
"What are you talking about?" you asked, your body growing warm with anxiety. Could he actually understand you this whole time.
"Jesse… could you understand what I was saying today?"
"Maybe," came his nervous reply.
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I thought I might hear what you really think of me if I acted like I didn't know what was goin' on. And I'm glad I did," he confessed, taking your hand in his. "Now I know you feel the same way."
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
izzy806
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
turnnoffyourmind
germansingergirl
areudirty
jacobvanloon
