#t friendly

♡ His are always sfw bc he’s a minor and I’m not sick lmao | anyway this is self indulgent as always ♡

♡ all people are about early-mid teens ♡

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You had tried to make sure that this wouldn’t happen, at least not now. There was so much going on in your life and you had promised Brian that you’d take care of yourself but sometimes it was too hard. Now seemed like one of those times.

You ran a hand over your face once, twice, and then the tears started accumulating, blurring your vision at first before spilling over. Your chest tightened and you clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the quiet sobs that you let out. Everything that you were dealing with pushed its way to the forefront of your mind and you were quickly becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of pressure that seemed to be popping up on all sides of you.

There were a few minutes where you cried quietly to yourself before Brian came, anxiety coursing through your nerves and limbs. You had called him over earlier, planning on just watching a movie and cuddling up, but while waiting, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for trying to take care of yourself. Anxiety was funny that way except it wasn’t funny and it fucking sucked.

You almost didn’t hear Brian walk in with the key word being almost because he was already standing next to where you sat as you frantically pawed at your face, attempting to clear if of the redness and tears that it was stained with.

“Hey Bri,” you said, wincing at the croak in your voice as you looked up at him. He raised an eyebrow with an indeterminable look on his face - it was a mix of worry and pity, of sadness and disappointment - and your bottom lip trembled ever so slightly before you grabbed onto the hem of his shirt and pulled him forward, crying into him.

He sat on the bed next to you, his arms finding their way around your body so naturally and you let yourself be weak in that moment. He was humming softly as his fingers passed through your hair, petting you, and you were glad that he didn’t ask you what was wrong because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to tell him completely.

The sounds of your sniffles and the shifting of the sheets on your bed were the only noises in the otherwise silent room and you pulled away minutely from Brian. He looked at you with those light eyes of his and he gave you a soft smile, sweeping his thumb across your cheek. You leaned into his touch as he spoke.

“Whatever it is, you know it’s gonna be okay, right?” he whispered with a voice so tender that warmth pushed its way into your chest. “I’m here for you and you’re going to get through this.”

“It’s just…” you started but stopped, instead sighing as you closed your eyes briefly. Brian just shook his head, promising you that you didn’t have to tell him right now or at all and your lips quirked up in a barely there smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a bit too embarrassed to look directly at him. You could tell he was smiling at you however, you could feel the positivity he was putting forth.

♡ I had a lot of fun with this :0! Gabe is so good for angst♡  Buy me a coffee?

He said he was going to come visit you but he always said that. You had learned quickly that plans were practically nonexistent when it came to Gabe, and while that wasn’t necessarily his fault, it was hard for you not to feel like there was something he could do about it.

You turned on your side and pulled the cover closer to your side as you pulled your knees closer to your chest. You closed your eyes and wanted desperately to sleep but your eyebrows remained furrowed and sleep evaded you. He hadn’t just said he’d come visit you that night, he promised! Gabe wasn’t the type of man to break many promises and you were beginning to think that you weren’t important enough to him to make him keep his.

You flipped back onto your back and looked towards the sliding glass door to your balcony. He was standing there, his elbows resting on the ledge as he looked across to the building next to yours. You didn’t have the greatest view but you appreciated it nonetheless. You guessed that he was deep and thought and you were too, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his shadowy form. So close, yet so far.

He must have felt you looking at him because he turned around without hesitation and entered your room. There was a rush of wind that followed him, and you rolled your eyes subconsciously at his dramatic entrance.

He pulled off his mask before kneeling on the side of your bed, a sign that he couldn’t stay.

“I didn’t expect you to come.” Your tone was harsher than you intended but you didn’t step back from the statement, you were justifiably upset. You wished you would have phrased it differently when you saw him wince at your words, you didn’t like the thought that he was hurting just as much as you were.

“Y/N,” he said, placing a clawed hand on top of your own and you closed your eyes at the sound of your name on his lips once more. “Stop it.”

You let the air escape from your nose in a sour laugh before just shaking your head. He was incredible. You looked to the side before continuing to speak, you didn’t want to look at him.

“It’s true, Gabe,” you said and he tilted his head, listening intently to the solemn tone of your voice. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. It’s been quiet, even for you.”

“I apologize,” he said and you could tell he was sorry and it was so close to pathetic that it hurt your chest. He was pulling at some part of you that left you with such a visceral need to comfort him. “I want to be here for you...with you. I can’t try to pass the blame away from myself anymore.”

Your eyes watered and you kept trying to look anywhere but at him, but he moved into your view and watched your face flood in your sadness.

“I miss you, Gabe,” you whispered and he tightened his grip on your hand, bringing it up to his lips to place a cold kiss on them.

“I know - “

“Do you?” You locked your eyes with his or at least tried to in the shallow moonlight emanating from your opened balcony. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting completely now, and tucked away your hair from your ears. “At least you know I’m alive here… It hurts so badly to not know if you’re out there bleeding out or-or if you’ve been captured on a mission. You can always send someone to check on me Gabe, it isn’t that hard to keep tabs on me. But you?”

Gabe didn’t want to see this, didn’t want to see you in so much pain because of him. He didn’t deserve someone like you. He stared at your joined hands as you spoke but you weren’t paying him any real attention until you felt him. You felt the first drop on the back of your hand and it was shockingly warm compared to the rest of him.

“Gabe...please look at me.” Your voice was wavering and he didn’t acknowledge you as two more drops hit the back of your hands. “Please...Gabe.”

It was the first time you’d ever seen him cry. You had never thought that he was capable of such tender emotion, of trusting you enough to show you his weakness. You had never thought that you could be his weakness. You understood now, why he couldn’t see you as often as he would like.

“I’m doing this for you,” he said, and although his eyes were bloodshot and his face was fallen, his voice still showed the resilience that he needed it to know that he hadn’t completely given into you. “Y/N...I love you-”

“I love you too,” you said, not waiting for a pause and not thinking about what that meant to you two. It was the first time you had ever said it to him, to his face, and it was the first time he let himself believe that not only did he mean it, but you did too.

“Y/N if I were here more, you wouldn’t be,” he said with his eyebrows drawn. You turned your hand in his and held onto him as if he’d leave at that moment. “Do you understand?”

A single sob escaped you like a loose breath escaping your lungs and you pulled him close, pressing your forehead against his. You kissed where ever you could reach, his nose, the hotness of his cheeks, the corner of his slightly upturned mouth. You were begging without your words and it hurt him to see you falling apart like this, knowing that he could put you in jeopardy by giving into your request.

“Y/N…” He was warning you but you didn’t care because he was cold and you were so very warm and you both needed something that you couldn’t place.

♡ This is completely self indulgent ok? I love my lifeguard cowboy ♡

You had to admit it, wearing this bathing suit was purposeful as anything you’d ever done. Tight fitting in all the right places, you hoped the water would make the material cling to your skin and catch the attention of a certain lifeguard.

Initially, you had laughed upon seeing him, the blond hair and still somehow cowboy-esque sunhat was unfitting for McCree, however, over the time of seeing him dutifully watching the pool, it had grown on you. You were disappointed that his watchful gaze seemed to skip right over you.

You had long ago decided that approaching him was out of the question; your mind briefly flashed back to the time you’d spoken to him and managed to psych yourself out enough to faint promptly on the spot. You would never forget the vague memory of his arms around your waist, supporting you.

“You’re staring at him again, amante,” you hear the smooth voice behind you say. You swivel around, face to face with Sombra’s telling eyes and you seem to shrink under her gaze.

You cast a glance back at McCree, perched at the top of the lifeguard tower, his hat shading the beautiful brown of his skin, before you spoke. “Can you blame me?”

She shook her head and sucked her teeth. “Ah, Jesse is a…” she seemed to pause in thought. “A sight for sore eyes.”

You nodded at her statement and the sigh that escaped your lips was nearly comical. Your mind drifted to the thought of his lips on yours and you snapped back to reality, your hands clutching onto Sombra’s shoulders desperately. “You have to help me!”

“Aye, you’re handsy!” She exclaimed, pushing you away to arms length. “What are you needing help with?”

“I need to get close to him…in any way,” your tone was nearly pleading and her eyebrows twisted in amusement at the sight of your needy desperation.

“Well, if you’re looking to put the moves on him,” she began, a grin firmly placed on her lips. “You could talk to him like a normal person—”

To this you shook your head; that was absolutely out of the question. Talking to him without embarrassing yourself seemed to be nearly impossible.

“—or you could be morally messy and pretend to drown to get mouth to mouth.”

Mouth to mouth wasn’t the most romantic thing ever but you’d get to feel Jesse’s hands on your skin, his lips on yours, you’d be able to smell the rustic scent of his—

“Y/N, aye yai yai! You’re drooling!” Sombra exclaimed, snapping her fingers in front of your glassy eyes and the heat that rose to your face seemed to shine.

“I gotta get to work, Sombrero, thank you so much!” You kissed her cheek briefly before swimming away quickly.

How were you to do this? Did you just float face down and hope that he came before you actually drowned? You chewed on your lip and stared up at the pinkish sky as you floated on the surface of the chilly pool, thinking far too hard to scatter away as someone barreled toward you.

“CANNONBALL!” The familiar Aussie accent echoed in your ears and suddenly the only thing you could hear, see, smell, feel was water. Your lungs burned as air was forced out and water filled the empty space and then the vast blue expanse faded to nothingness.

Your vision came back and the first thing you noticed was that ridiculous blond hair that you had laughed at upon your first time seeing. It was haloed in the warm pink light of the setting sun, and in your delirious sight, it was like you looked into the face of an angel. You were bleary though, and unaware of the nearly dry lips pressed against yours, filling your body with heat.

“Oi, Y/N, don’t tell me I killed ya!” Your eyes were wandering and you couldn’t make out anything clearly.

“Now would'ya hush for a damn minute?” There was that accent you loved—warm and Southern, it held a spice in it like cinnamon and nutmeg. “I’m fixin’ to kick you outta this pool for hoppin’ in with one leg!”

“Oh let a poor junker ‘ave his fun!” You were getting annoyed by all the voices and you groaned in response to them.

“Oh!” The surprise in that warm voice filled you nicely. “You comin’ to, buttercup?”

You coughed and a sharp pain rang in your side, making you curl further into the solid mass that was supporting you. It rumbled nicely with a deep laugh.

“Well I’ll be, if ya wanted to cuddle me, ya didn’t have to put yerself in danger to get close!” That mass laughed again and your senses finally began setting back into place.

You were on someone’s lap, curled into their body like a child. That someone had a Southern accent and smelled like a mix of chlorine, smoke and cinnamon. You groaned once more, out of embarrassment rather than anything else.

A familiar laugh came from above you and Sombra’s outline seemed to mock you. “I see you finally got close to him like you wanted!” She remarked, giggling softly and before you could retort, you were being lifted into the air, still being supported by Jesse’s thick arms.

“Leave this purty lil thing alone, Sombra, can’t you tell they’re not in their right mind?”

Her eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with her and she tossed her nose into the air, letting out a laugh. “One of us is telling something and it isn’t me!”

Jesse shook his head, or at least you assumed he did based on the jostling of his grip on you and he let out a quiet chuckle. “I’m smarter than I am purty, don’t you forget it sweetheart ~”

Sombra looked at you again, her smile softening. Her gaze cast down to where Jamison dug his peg into the soft fake sand at the edge of the pool and she shook her head, shrugging.

“Maybe so, amores, maybe so,” she mumbled and you closed your eyes again, leaning fully against the broad expanse of his chest.

“Y'know, Y/N, as much as I enjoy holdin' ya, I wish I coulda been doin’ it under different circumstances,” Jesse whispered, walking towards the lifeguard tower.

“M-mhm?” You managed to reply, face burning.

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It started innocuously enough; a note left on your car here, in your bag there and you were intrigued. It became such a regular thing that you actually looked forward to finding the little letters around you and were disappointed if they weren’t there.

Whoever this secret admirer was, they certainly had a way with words and they had a way of making you smile even on your worst days. To be fair, it would be more reasonable to be creeped out by their actions, after all, you had no idea who they were or even where they came from but the insecurity residing in you from your last relationship left you yearning for affection.

You kept the letters on your side table at home, sometimes reading over them when you were upset, or bored, or lonely, or...any time really. No matter how many times you read them, it was always refreshing to pass your gaze over the scrawling letters and relish in the fact that you were “more beautiful than any sunset” and that you were able to make someone “realize that love might actually be real”.

Hell, your own view of yourself began to change and with it, you gained a newfound interest in finding out just who you were fawning over.

It wasn’t until you were in the warehouse about a month after the letters started that you found out.

Trevor’s eyes shifted towards you as you stood over him at his desk. You smiled and he pulled his headphones off, gaze focused. He looked at you with such adoration that you stopped speaking momentarily before speaking quietly, “Can we talk?”

His face paled and he nodded standing up and motioning you ahead of him. You moved just outside the door to the warehouse, propping yourself against it to keep it open. You had pulled him out to ask him what you should get Aleks for his birthday but before you were able to ask, Trevor interrupted you.

“I’m sorry,” he blurted immediately, the pale of his face receding into warmth. “I-I didn’t really know how to approach you and I totally understand if you’re weirded out but like, fuck, Y/N, you’re all I think about anymore!”

You were dumbfounded with your lips apart and your eyes wide. It took a few seconds to click before you fully understood what he meant.

“Wait, you’re the one who’s been leaving letters for me?”

“Well...yeah? I mean, why else did you call me out here?” His eyebrows pulled down and your gaping mouth turned into an incredulous smile.

“You dumbass!” You exclaimed, smacking his arm and letting out a quiet laugh. Running a hand through your hair, you continued. “I was asking about birthday boy Aleks and you come out here confessing to the biggest mystery of my life!”

Trevor looked unsure of himself, seeming to look anywhere but at you. You sighed, dropping the playful smile for a more genuine one before reaching over and loosely grabbing his hand.

Your eyes met and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t seen how smitten he was, how his heart wasn’t on his sleeve but in the way he looked at you as if he was ready to take you away at any given moment.

“Hey I...those letters are really sweet,” you said softly, now too shy to look directly at him. “It’d be nice to hear you say what you think of me all the time you know?”

“Is this, like, an invitation to be with you?”