Care (Jesse McCree x Reader One-Shot)
Care
Synopsis: Jesse comes home after a long day working. You help him settle in.
Word Count: 452 Words
A.N: Requests are open! <3
You’re all wrapped up in a sherpa blanket with a cup of warm tea in your hands. A laptop is open in front of you, an episode of your favorite show playing. You lean into the screen, your eyes squinting at the harsh blue light. You ignore how much it stings your tired eyes, though, continuing to brave through the pain in order to squeeze in one more episode.
The front door creaks open in the other room. Jesse is back. It’s even later than usual.
You reach to pause your episode, your finger hovering over the mouse for a second, but you click it eventually. You toss off your blanket and set your tea down on the bedside table and hurry outside the room.
Jesse walks in. His tired hands reach up to his shawl, and he tears it off and casts it aside. His eyelids flutter shut for a moment, his brows scrunched up. “Hello there, darlin’. Looking mighty fine as usual.”
“Glad you’re back,” you sigh in relief. “You look exhausted. Let’s get you to bed.”
Jesse laughs, but his voice is hoarse. “Exhausted? Your eyes must be playin’ tricks on ya. I’ve got plenty of energy to--”
“Shut up, Jesse. Come on, let’s go.” You cut him off before he can finish. He giggles, half to himself.
You grab him by the arm and guide him to the bedroom. He walks with an obvious limp that he tries to hide, but to no avail. He stumbles through the doorway, almost tripping, but you steady him. “Sorry,” he mumbles, his head turned slightly away from you.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed now, Jesse,” you reassure him. “I can tell you had a long day today.”
You sit him down on the bed and gently urge him to lie down. His large body collapses on the mattress, which squeaks loudly. You drag the blankets over him, and you can hear him sigh softly.
“Goodnight, Jesse,” you murmur next to his ear, laying a gentle kiss on his temple. You straighten up and start to head to the door to give him some space to rest, until he groans, “Stay here, love. I haven’t been able to see you all day. I miss you.”
A small smile crosses your lips. Even when he’s on the verge of passing out right then and there, he still manages to make your heart flutter. You climb in bed with Jesse. He rolls over and buries his head in your hair. “You smell nice,” he whispers. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Get some sleep. You deserve it.”
You feel him smirk against your neck. “Thank you, sugar. You really are the best.”