Nothing makes me feel all warm and fuzzy like McCree’s “I hear ya, pumpkin” voiceline like the way he says it and his voice and the nickname are a perfect combination. Maybe get a prompt for him calling his fem s/o that?

tacticalvisor76:

This might not be quite what you wanted but I do certainly hope that you enjoy it nonetheless. I got struck with and idea while reading this and ran with it. -Knight

Jesse McCree

        Looking down at the
letter firmly held in your grasp, you made a hard decision. You knew you wouldn’t
be able to tell McCree how you felt verbally. There was just no way you’d be
able to get the words to come out of your mouth with him standing in front of
you. You had ended up writing everything down on paper. You’d tried many many
times to get exactly what you wanted to say on paper, you had the papercuts to
prove it. You smiled at the band-aids wrapped neatly around your fingers. They
were proof of your struggle.

        You made your way quietly
to McCree’s quarters, trying not to get caught anywhere near his room. Weird
rumors would start and no one wanted that. Or at least you didn’t want to
burden McCree with that. You knocked softly on his door. Surely he was home
this late in the day. Moments later the door opened and a sleepy looking McCree
answered.

        “Ah, Hello there Y/N.” He
said with a huge yawn. “What cha need?”

       “I uh.. I n-need you to
read something.. uh.. Here.” You said thrusting the envelope into his hands.
McCree began to open it and you turned to make a run for it when his hand
caught you by the arm.

        “Whoa there, where are
you rushing off to?” You stared up at McCree, your face flushed unable to
speak. You just shook your head as he held your arm. “Cat got your tongue?” You
looked down nodding furiously. You didn’t want to be here when he read it! You
didn’t know what you were going to do once he’d finally got a look at the
contents.

          McCree pulled you against
him as he used both hands to open the letter, pulling its contents out to read.
You stood there in silence unable to speak or look up at McCree. You were
afraid of what you might see.

           “You wrote this?” McCree
finally spoke up after a long bout of silence. You nodded again weakly. At
least if he read the letter he’d know why you couldn’t speak. You were a
stuttering flustered mess when it came to things like this. One of McCree’s
hands lifted your chin so you were looking him in the face. He was smiling and
it was breathtakingly gorgeous. “No worries,”

McCree said before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly.

“I hear ya, Pumpkin.”