#shotwest

[engclicht]

fingers trace the line of his jaw, admiring the very structure of the man who managed to steal her heart away with a single smile, his chuckle forever the melody of her sweetest dream. dusty hues admire his every feature, the lazy curl of his lips, the half lidded eyes gazing upon bronzed cheeks. and angela swore, beneath his stare, she could feel the warmth of heaven’s light. her own lips echo his smile, weight rests upon her toes, stretching upwards, noses brushing, lips graze... fingers fall, grasping upon the cloth of his serape, plushed lips daring to linger, slowly pressing upon his own, enveloping chapped lips with the soft velvet of her kiss. she hums as his taste falls upon her tongue, earth’s gentle flavors mixing wit the sugared taste of his kiss... 

lips part, pearly whites grazing the tender flesh of his lip as the angel descends from his touch, palm resting upon the width of his chest, heart drumming against her flesh, held lovingly within her hand.  ❝   sorry darlin’  ❞  an attempt to mimic his southern drawl, butchered by the accent which already dominates her tongue.  ❝  i just couldn’t help myself.  ❞  she chuckles, a heavenly harmony, bronzed fingertips brushing upon his lips, wiping the pink residue from his playful smirk. as if jesse knew exactly what his smile did to her...

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[geniusgranted-blog]

        the child wasn’t an OFFICIAL overwatch member, what with her age, but she was as close as she could be with her accomplishments. but an honorary member still got allowed to visit and stay at the bases. in fact, she even was allowed to have a workshop where she could continue adjustments on orisa and work on other projects as she see fit.

        but when she wasn’t in the workshop or her room she was often on the floor of the common room, watching whatever was on tv in the dark. sometimes with the other members of the team, but usually by herself.

        tonight was a weird night, she couldn’t sleep or find any projects to do. so she wandered a bit, before deciding to just watch some tv to see if that could aid her sudden insomnia. but she found that the common room had one other occupant in it, what he was doing, she wasn’t too sure.

        “ ... mr. mccree? why are you up so late? ” 

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[shotwest-a-blog]

hey howdy hey !! if you’re interested in interacting with a futuristic cowboy man with a scraggly ole’ beard and a cig, then slap that like//or reblog button and i’ll come and check out your blog! (he’s written by a big nerd goin’ by the name of mint, so don’t be shy.) 

[chronal-anomaly]

@shotwest asked for a vague text. [Text: One Armed Jesse] hey cowboy [Text: One Armed Jesse] you busy? [Text: One Armed Jesse] I need your help

[climxtologist]

        ❛ m.ccree,  have the others said anything? ❜    concern furrowed,  back beside him  &&  gaze watching their flank.    ❛ w-we should have been out by now, i`m worried–––– ❜    worry wasn`t acceptable on a field of battle.  gunshots resounding and bouncing off gibraltar`s hangar walls,  explosives blasting in the distance  &&  the faint beep of omnic forces only loomed closer as their time went on.  their system felt flawless, however ;  she would wall off incoming bots and gunmen,  he would shoot.  she would finish them off and freeze fast things.  it was a process.  they operated like a machine.  she didn`t doubt his abilities neither,  when he got into his...  stance,  she could call it––    he had incredible aim.  there was jealousy,  but also ameizement.

        ❛ should we go find them? ❜    she proposed,  putting another wall up behind them and turning her back to the flank.  ( she was looking at him,  concerned. )  she had a logical idea of what they should do,  but he had fighting experience and his ideas could be better suited for them than hers ever would.

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[engclicht]

❝ of course i do, ❞ she responds with a chuckle, sitting herself upon his bedside, sapphire eyes catching every movement -- resting the tray upon his lap. still, thought she knew the man was perfectly capable despite his flu, she felt the NEED to help. she reaches over, carefully stirring the spoon within the broth, lifting the utensil filled with warm contents. ❝ who else will take care of my FAVORITE charmer? ❞ angela lifts the spoon to his lips, palm resting beneath the silver, ready to catch broth that dared to spill from its edge. ❝ now -- open up. ❞

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[terikaeshite-blog]

he’s staring at the  accidental  mess on the ground like it was a murder - scene.  considering that he was someone  known  to be so graceful in movement,  this was absolutely embarrassing.  the frustration displayed by the cowboy was not helping at the moment,  making him wish that he didn’t offer to help out in the first place.  

     ❛  metal  doesn’t tend to grip   metal  very well.  ❜  genji huffed,  crossing his arms over his chest.  ❛  i’ll fix it,  just  --  give me some time to figure it out.  ❜  he can’t say that he knows how to bake,  but if it was what he had to do so jesse wouldn’t be  angry  at him for the rest of the night,  he would try.   /   @shotwest

[terikaeshite-blog]

seeing the cowboy out of the corner of his eye,  genji wanted to move where he was sitting to avoid any kind of social interaction  --  however,  it was clear by the other’s expression that he’d already been spotted.   turning around to lean over the couch lazily,  he pushed himself to say something first.  ❛  where were you?  ❜ 

short starter call   /   @shotwest